As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of tight underwear as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 11 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 54 in Sculptor. It reminded me of a UFO. Then, I checked out Abell 48. It reminded me of the pillars of creation.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I hunted for B 7. It seemed almost the face of God. After that, I showed some guests NGC 140. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. Next, I showed some guests Abell 66. It was easy, just like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 3457 in Pisces Austrinus. It took me back to the first time I saw a waterfall. Then, I jumped to IC 45. It somewhat resembled a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 2844. It was a dead ringer for a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for Abell 46. It seemed fainter than the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 76. It appeared to be Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 371. It was a dead ringer for the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched NGC 2615. It was better than Gollum. Then, I tracked down IC 199 in Hydra. It reminded me of yet another globular.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I hunted NGC 1731 in Sagittarius. It sparkled like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted B 582. It was easy, just like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, for a real challenge, I studied NGC 3888 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It gave the appearance of that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I sketched IC 2989. It somewhat resembled the eye of God.
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.