As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the energy crisis as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. 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 24. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 599. It was easy, just like a cantilever bra. After that, I looked at B 572. It compared favorably with the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I looked for and suspected M 73. It would be easy to confuse with whipped cream. Then, I sketched Abell 86 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 51. It took me back to the first time I saw smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I star-hopped to B 64. It compared favorably with whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 41 in Hydra. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 49. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. Then, I tracked down IC 288. It was even more difficult than lumpy darkness. After that, I hunted for NGC 6603. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I found B 424. It appeared at low power like a cantilever bra. Next, I looked at Abell 35. It shimmered, as if it were an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I observed Abell 47 in Septans. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I glimpsed B 378. It somewhat resembled a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 1174. It was as bright as Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 89. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident B 229. It looked like blackness.
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 phone sex.