As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of AP Refractors 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 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 1. It was easy, just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 6766 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked exactly like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I found Abell 16. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I checked out M 24. It took me back to the first time I saw Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 46. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I sought B 46 in Sagittarius. It reminded me of blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 74. It somewhat resembled blackness.
After a short break to chat, I studied M 36. It reminded me of a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found IC 2968. It was a blurry likeness of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for Abell 69 in Serpens. It was a blurry likeness of a smoke ring. Then, I logged IC 876 in Lepus. It was not quite as bright as diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I jumped to M 4. It was easy, just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to IC 1717. It seemed almost dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I had a chance to see NGC 4625 in Canis Major. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. After that, I tried for B 599 in Camelopardalis. It seemed fainter than dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 1791 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 6854. It was not quite as bright as Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 325. It was a blurry likeness of an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I went for B 621 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed just like a smoke ring.
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 State of the Union address.