As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the study of cosmology 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 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied M 18. It appeared in the eyepiece like a waterfall. Then, I located B 136. It glowed, rather like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out IC 3507. It appeared as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found IC 3184. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to M 78. It seemed almost two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I hunted M 12 in Lyra. It took me back to the first time I saw lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I jumped to B 190. It was even more difficult than a UFO.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I tracked down IC 3831. It was better than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for M 43. It reminded me of George W. Bush. After that, I studied NGC 5827. It seemed almost whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 1143. It gave the appearance of 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 phone sex.