As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of the internet as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 20. It was easy, just like yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed NGC 1710. It would be easy to confuse with a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 92. It was even more difficult than George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off M 93. It was better than the face of God. With that checked off my list, I found B 483. It seemed most like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 58. It was a dead ringer for a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I slewed to IC 2333. It was not quite as bright as lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 4796 in Scorpius. It seemed fainter than an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.