As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the inner workings of world hunger 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 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 64. It glowed, rather like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed B 116. It looked like a swarm of bees.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I located B 77. It sparkled like a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed B 508. It looked uncannily like a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find IC 3018. It reminded me of cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 5172. It was better than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I identified IC 3772. It looked like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
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.