As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep impact of television as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 82. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I helped a beginner find NGC 663. It was a dead ringer for R2-D2. Then, I identified B 194. It was like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I looked at Abell 29. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to M 109 in Ursa Minor. It would be easy to confuse with the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I found M 42. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. After that, I tracked down NGC 3820. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I located NGC 2263 in Orion. It looked a bit like a UFO.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I showed some guests B 580. It was as bright as ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to IC 2791. It seemed most like a far-away cloud.
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 ebola.