As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the study of Doonsbury 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 27 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 8. It was a dead ringer for the pillars of creation. Next, I helped a beginner find NGC 2647. It glowed, rather like a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find M 64. It appeared to be the face of God. With that checked off my list, I sketched NGC 1923. It was as bright as fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I sought M 77. It appeared in the eyepiece like dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found NGC 5546 in Scorpius. It seemed most like a whale spouting.
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 internet sex.