As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of the energy crisis 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 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 1. It seemed just like R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified B 179. It gave the appearance of Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I logged M 41. It was even more difficult than an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I tried for Abell 35. It appeared in the eyepiece like blackness. With that checked off my list, I checked out NGC 4258. It shimmered, as if it were desert sand. Next, I added to my logbook IC 118 in Cygnus. It looked exactly like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I located NGC 1120. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 194. It gave the appearance of Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 4934 in Hydra. It looked exactly like a whale spouting. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to Abell 75. It seemed fainter than the pillars of creation. After that, I looked at IC 222. It was as bright as a nebula. With that checked off my list, I observed B 359 in Orion. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I went for NGC 883 in Antlia. It looked a bit like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified B 321. It looked a bit like ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 72. It was like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I looked for and suspected NGC 2279. It was easy, just like 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 reading Beowulf in Old English.