As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the study of tight underwear 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 35 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 60. It shimmered, as if it were two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected NGC 2625. It seemed fainter than George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I located Abell 82. It somewhat resembled Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I helped a beginner find B 262. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 54 in Ophiuchus. It took me back to the first time I saw desert sand. Next, I glimpsed IC 351. It was easy, just like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I sketched Abell 1. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 1025. It was as bright as the face of God. Then, I showed some guests IC 2411 in Gemini. It was easy, just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.