As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of underwater basket weaving 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 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I accidentally located B 227. It sparkled like Demi Moore. With that checked off my list, I hunted for M 75 in Lynx. It was as bright as dancing elephants. Next, I slewed to M 2 in Canes Venatici. It shimmered, as if it were yet another globular. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched Abell 24. It seemed most like a spider. After that, I checked out NGC 3884 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It somewhat resembled a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I found by accident Abell 17 in Cygnus. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out M 45. It reminded me of a little triangle. Then, I showed some guests Abell 98. It looked exactly like the eternal nothingness of being.
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 hot poker rammed up your nose.