As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the popularity of my life's work 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 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12 in Triangulum. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6060. It looked like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I added to my logbook Abell 24. It was not quite as bright as George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found Abell 41. It was not quite as bright as Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 5048. It compared favorably with whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to walk around, I hunted NGC 4225. It was as bright as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off M 28. It looked uncannily like blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I found B 243 in Corvus. It looked exactly like R2-D2.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I slewed to IC 3775. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I observed M 60. It was even more difficult than a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 31. It looked a bit like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I star-hopped to B 338. It glowed, rather like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I found IC 1827. It looked uncannily like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged NGC 2922. It was a dead ringer for a cantilever bra. Then, I identified M 39. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I checked off NGC 6146 in Camelopardalis. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet. Then, I found IC 1070. It reminded me of cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to NGC 1253. It was a dead ringer for ripples of water. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted IC 237. It looked like a cantilever bra. After that, I showed some guests IC 377. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed IC 3371 in Ophiuchus. It seemed most like a whale spouting. Then, I jumped to IC 3958. It shimmered, as if it were Demi Moore.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.