As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the deep impact of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 16. It looked uncannily like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I tried for M 51. It shimmered, as if it were Gollum.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I accidentally located B 147. It glowed, rather like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I checked out IC 1029. It seemed almost a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I sketched B 263. It gave the appearance of a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at NGC 4172. It seemed most like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I found by accident Abell 62. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought Abell 68. It compared favorably with Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 61. It gave the appearance of yet another globular.
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 a day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.