As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the universe 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 4 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 3. It was a blurry likeness of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to IC 1719. It seemed almost an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I tracked down Abell 35 in Draco. It seemed just like Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 58. It gave the appearance of dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 4696. It took me back to the first time I saw the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 91 in Scutum. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 42 in Cygnus. It was like diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I tried IC 18. It seemed almost an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for M 99. It appeared at low power like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I had a chance to see M 37. It sparkled like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I studied Abell 15. It would be easy to confuse with the eye of God. Next, I added to my logbook M 19. It appeared to be Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out M 47. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down B 11. It was a dead ringer for dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I found IC 807 in Gemini. It glowed, rather like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I went for Abell 62. It was even more difficult than a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 30. It seemed almost spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I hunted for Abell 2 in Antlia. It sparkled like lumpy darkness. After that, I jumped to NGC 4677 in that confusing part of Virgo. It seemed fainter than diamonds on black velvet. Then, I hunted for IC 3324 in Corvus. It seemed just like the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for Abell 59 in Perseus. It was a blurry likeness of Gollum.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.