As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of my 401K as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76. It compared favorably with a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed NGC 4885. It appeared to be Miss Piggy. Then, I found Abell 50. It would be easy to confuse with Dubya. With that checked off my list, I slewed to NGC 936. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I accidentally located NGC 139. It took me back to the first time I saw cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I located M 57. It took me back to the first time I saw black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to IC 1916 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked a bit like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I showed some guests Abell 87. It shimmered, as if it were spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I observed NGC 2459. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I found NGC 3198 in Camelopardalis. It appeared at low power like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 3951. It would be easy to confuse with the eye of God. Then, I observed B 365. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I glimpsed NGC 163. It looked a bit like Santa Claus.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I glimpsed NGC 6371. It was better than Smokey the Bear. Then, I hunted for Abell 69. It seemed fainter than nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for Abell 10 in that confusing part of Virgo. It compared favorably with the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 1669. It took me back to the first time I saw a cantilever bra. With that checked off my list, I found by accident IC 2502. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush.
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.