As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of AP Refractors 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 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 47 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for Abell 22 in Sagittarius. It was as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I located B 10. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I tried IC 1972 in Cygnus. It appeared to be fleecy wool. Then, I helped a beginner find Abell 24. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for M 104. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud. After that, I added to my logbook M 89 in Lepus. It compared favorably with diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 64. It seemed almost its Hubble photograph. After that, I hunted IC 1292 in Ursa Minor. It was easy, just like a spitting cobra. Then, I sketched M 1 in Sculptor. It was as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I checked out M 37. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3438. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 3067 in Triangulum. It gave the appearance of two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.