As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the insignificance of my life's work as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 15 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 18 in Camelopardalis. It took me back to the first time I saw a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 37. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I checked off NGC 2861. It gave the appearance of Santa Claus. Next, I sought NGC 6893. It was like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I checked out B 425. It seemed fainter than desert sand. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 2165. It seemed fainter than the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 86. It seemed almost the face of God.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I tracked down NGC 3339. It was a blurry likeness of spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed M 100. It was like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 1042. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 91. It would be easy to confuse with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I went for IC 767. It compared favorably with diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I hunted for Abell 96. It somewhat resembled a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to IC 3406 in Lyra. It reminded me of Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook B 552. It appeared as an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 71. It seemed fainter than desert sand.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.