As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of TAC as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76. It looked exactly like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to IC 3131. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. Then, I looked at M 3 in Triangulum. It compared favorably with its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located IC 1256. It seemed most like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 70 in Antlia. It sparkled like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected IC 3620. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged IC 3807 in Draco. It seemed almost dancing elephants.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I identified Abell 72. It shimmered, as if it were an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I looked for and suspected M 58. It would be easy to confuse with cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.