As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the inner workings of the universe as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. 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 3. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman. After that, I had a chance to see IC 3299. It seemed fainter than the invisible man.
After a short break to walk around, I found B 482 in Ursa Minor. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I showed some guests IC 1667 in the western sky. It appeared to be one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3958 in Orion. It was even more difficult than nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon NGC 993. It appeared in the eyepiece like a nebula. Then, I had a chance to see M 56 in Lynx. It was a dead ringer for diamonds on light grey velvet.
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.