As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the current state of chaos theory as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 31 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 56. It looked like Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 4262. It glowed, rather like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for B 127. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I accidentally located M 58. It was a blurry likeness of black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I studied NGC 1523 in Cygnus. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. After that, I slewed to Abell 11. It was easy, just like the face of God. Next, I nudged my telescope to M 106. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I checked off B 108 in Canes Venatici. It sparkled like R2-D2.
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.