As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of my life's work as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 37 in Lyra. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 89. It was like the pillars of creation. Then, I identified Abell 79 in Canes Venatici. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra. Then, I showed some guests Abell 45. It was as bright as Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for IC 2899. It was easy, just like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at B 20. It looked a bit like the last six objects I'd seen.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I looked at M 12 in Ophiuchus. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I tried for M 68 in Gemini. It compared favorably with cotton candy. After that, I hunted for NGC 5614 in Sculptor. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 16. It looked exactly like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I located M 90. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 4993. It was easy, just like a spitting cobra. Then, I checked out IC 1995. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident M 63. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected M 52 in the western sky. It appeared at low power like Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 380. It compared favorably with a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected Abell 39. It looked a bit like the face 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 root canal.