As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of my life's work as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76. It appeared to be the clouds I'd seen earlier. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6875. It took me back to the first time I saw blackness. Next, I checked out NGC 4596. It reminded me of Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed B 227 in Lepus. It shimmered, as if it were Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located IC 2940. It gave the appearance of a smoke ring. After that, I stumbled upon B 570. It shimmered, as if it were that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed Abell 78 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It compared favorably with cream being swirled into hot coffee.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I nudged my telescope to B 354. It somewhat resembled Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 488. It looked like a smoke ring. After that, I tried B 324 in Scorpius. It seemed fainter than a waterfall.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I star-hopped to Abell 37. It sparkled like R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 7. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.