As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the current state of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 40. It sparkled like blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 2703 in Triangulum. It was as bright as black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I star-hopped to NGC 3206. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 591. It sparkled like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to chat, I looked at Abell 82 in Ursa Minor. It was better than Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 13. It was like Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged M 11. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I checked out NGC 253. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted M 101 in Sagittarius. It appeared in the eyepiece like Santa Claus. After that, I looked at NGC 6213. It glowed, rather like a waterfall. Then, I star-hopped to B 641. It looked exactly like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I added to my logbook IC 1289. It compared favorably with Gollum.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I hunted for NGC 1978 in Fornax. It looked uncannily like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I helped a beginner find B 287 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was not quite as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I looked at B 138. It looked like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I glimpsed IC 968. It seemed fainter than dancing elephants. After that, I had a chance to see B 311 in the western sky. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out NGC 226. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted Abell 62 in Orion. It somewhat resembled a smoke ring.
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 sex.