As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the popularity of this Pale Blue Dot we call home 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 80. It was better than dancing elephants. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought M 3. It was not quite as bright as Dubya. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 4433. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to B 77. It looked a bit like the face of God.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I checked out B 420 in Serpens. It was easy, just like fleecy wool.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I stumbled upon Abell 38. It appeared at low power like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to IC 184. It glowed, rather like R2-D2. Next, I had a chance to see Abell 93. It reminded me of a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down B 222. It was easy, just like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 26 in Septans. It was even more difficult than dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I found Abell 7. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at B 614. It was easy, just like Miss Piggy. After that, I observed IC 381. It was a blurry likeness of a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I tried B 473 in the western sky. It looked like a waterfall.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I hunted for NGC 5493. It appeared in the eyepiece like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I checked off B 24. It sparkled like a cantilever bra. Next, I had a chance to see NGC 1443. It was a blurry likeness of the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 2432. It was a dead ringer for diamonds on black velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 22. It appeared as whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 cleaning the bathroom.