As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the internet as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 70 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was easy, just like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 4062. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. Next, I identified Abell 52. It reminded me of a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to M 92. It seemed almost a little triangle. Next, I star-hopped to IC 2106. It was like a far-away cloud. Then, I accidentally located IC 1099. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for M 25 in Lepus. It reminded me of all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 2489. It was like a nebula. Then, I went for NGC 6557. It looked uncannily like lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 1996 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked a bit like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed NGC 3713 in Sculptor. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I slewed to M 61. It was a dead ringer for one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I observed IC 931 in Ursa Major. It was a dead ringer for dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 1710. It was a blurry likeness of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I looked for and suspected B 35. It appeared in the eyepiece like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to chat, I observed NGC 5848. It looked exactly like a nebula. After that, I star-hopped to M 64. It compared favorably with 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 a poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.