As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the inner workings of world hunger as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84. It gave the appearance of black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I sought B 14 in Sagittarius. It shimmered, as if it were Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 51. It gave the appearance of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I sought NGC 4155 in Sagittarius. It appeared in the eyepiece like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I hunted Abell 19. It shimmered, as if it were a nebula. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 1681 in Lyra. It shimmered, as if it were smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I located B 351. It was as bright as a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 78. It looked uncannily like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I found IC 1155. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. After that, I hunted NGC 5978. It was as bright as the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out B 476 in Ursa Major. It gave the appearance of Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off NGC 6122 in Camelopardalis. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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 internet sex.