As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the morality of the internet as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 52. It appeared as Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at NGC 880. It was better than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 69. It gave the appearance of a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5962. It was even more difficult than Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I studied IC 3324. It was not quite as bright as Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed IC 3427. It looked like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I found IC 591 in Virgo. It compared favorably with Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 110. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 12. It looked a bit like ripples of water.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.