As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of TAC 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 22 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 50 in Lepus. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I observed M 73. It appeared to be Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find IC 797. It seemed just like the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 3654. It was like Miss Piggy. Then, I tracked down Abell 25. It reminded me of all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought B 8. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 86 in Canes Venatici. It seemed fainter than the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 6. It glowed, rather like diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests IC 226. It was better than a spitting cobra. Next, I hunted for Abell 90 in Antlia. It shimmered, as if it were an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find NGC 2771. It glowed, rather like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I jumped to Abell 54. It glowed, rather like the clouds I'd seen earlier.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I accidentally located B 325. It looked uncannily like the eye of God. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 1574. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I observed M 52. It seemed just like a far-away cloud. Next, I jumped to IC 3074. It sparkled like diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to have a smoke, I jumped to NGC 1619. It was even more difficult than R2-D2.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I went for IC 1668 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was better than a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 446. It looked like Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 638. It seemed most like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.