As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of tight underwear 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 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 35 in Canes Venatici. It would be easy to confuse with an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down IC 3688. It was a dead ringer for a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I had a chance to see B 117. It was not quite as bright as all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I looked at NGC 2502. It reminded me of that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 673. It was a blurry likeness of 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 being strapped naked to an anthill.