As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the popularity of Doonsbury as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 67. It appeared at low power like dancing elephants. Then, I glimpsed IC 3886. It compared favorably with dancing elephants. After that, I added to my logbook NGC 6149. It was a dead ringer for a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought NGC 1008. It appeared to be the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 363. It sparkled like a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 372. It seemed almost R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook B 150 in Triangulum. It was like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I studied M 85 in Sagittarius. It looked a bit like ripples of water. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at NGC 6098. It would be easy to confuse with R2-D2. Then, I found by accident M 30. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to Abell 8. It looked like George W. Bush.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.