As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the inner workings of world hunger as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 33 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55 in Ursa Major. It was even more difficult than a spider. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected M 61 in Lepus. It looked uncannily like the face of God. After that, I located M 71. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried B 648 in Lepus. It appeared as George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to NGC 3696. It gave the appearance of ripples of water. After that, I checked out Abell 54. It was a blurry likeness of blackness.
After a short break to chat, I star-hopped to M 1. It appeared in the eyepiece like a waterfall. Next, I sketched Abell 84. It was even more difficult than Dubya.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I found B 317. It appeared to be a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located NGC 5316. It seemed just like cotton on velvet.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).