As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the universe as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 1. It was easy, just like nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I sought M 39. It took me back to the first time I saw Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 95. It appeared at low power like Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed IC 1709 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared at low power like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to do some yoga, I found B 392. It seemed just like an inflamed monkey butt.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I had a chance to see IC 2380 in Sculptor. It sparkled like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 280 in Camelopardalis. It seemed just like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 46. It was easy, just like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see NGC 6094 in Ursa Major. It was a blurry likeness of Dubya. After that, I added to my logbook IC 1640. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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.