As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the insignificance of cosmology 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 23 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 81. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I helped a beginner find B 346. It seemed most like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I went for M 52. It appeared in the eyepiece like R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 51. It reminded me of a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find NGC 3807. It seemed just like R2-D2. Next, I jumped to Abell 39. It looked exactly like whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged IC 1060. It seemed almost lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I identified Abell 81. It seemed fainter than Demi Moore. After that, I checked out M 60. It looked exactly like Demi Moore. After that, I found by accident M 54. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 74 in Canes Venatici. It seemed almost an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I accidentally located IC 754. It was like black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I observed Abell 54. It appeared at low power like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 172. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. After that, I logged Abell 51 in Perseus. It took me back to the first time I saw a nebula. After that, I tried M 62. It somewhat resembled an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I found IC 1083 in Camelopardalis. It somewhat resembled blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident NGC 4446 in Lyra. It looked a bit like whipped cream. Then, I accidentally located Abell 91. It would be easy to confuse with a swarm of bees. After that, I hunted for NGC 2250. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I observed M 30. It was better than whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at IC 1857 in Canes Venatici. It compared favorably with dandruff on black satin pajamas.
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 a kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.