As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the study of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84. It appeared as spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I stumbled upon B 259. It was a blurry likeness of spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook B 296. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. Next, I hunted for Abell 64. It reminded me of the eye of God.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I glimpsed M 33. It appeared at low power like yet another globular. Then, I star-hopped to IC 1452. It looked uncannily like a spider. With that checked off my list, I found B 153. It looked uncannily like fleecy wool. Then, I found by accident Abell 27. It was like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 3 in Cygnus. It gave the appearance of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 21. It was not quite as bright as yet another globular. Next, I tried NGC 886 in Virgo. It was not quite as bright as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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 internet sex.