As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the inner workings of cosmology 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 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 9 in Scutum. It was even more difficult than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I found by accident NGC 2635. It was better than black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I tracked down Abell 27. It somewhat resembled cotton candy. Then, I added to my logbook Abell 80. It looked a bit like ripples of water. Then, I sought M 38 in Camelopardalis. It reminded me of a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 hunting with the Vice President.