As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the morality of astrology as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. 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 14. It glowed, rather like Gollum. With that checked off my list, I looked at M 107. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness. After that, I went for Abell 73 in Lyra. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 10 in Antlia. It sparkled like dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 3209. It would be easy to confuse with a far-away cloud.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I identified IC 3745. It seemed just like ripples of water. After that, I glimpsed M 43 in Lyra. It appeared as whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests Abell 93. It was a dead ringer for a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out M 59. It reminded me of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I sketched B 222. It reminded me of a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 102. It was better than dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 11 in Corvus. It reminded me of a nebula. After that, I glimpsed M 76. It appeared to be R2-D2. Then, I nudged my telescope to IC 2445 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost a spider. After that, I found by accident IC 1861. It somewhat resembled the pillars of creation. Next, I checked out M 68. It was better than diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to M 31. It was like the face of God. After that, I went for IC 413. It shimmered, as if it were blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected IC 2341. It would be easy to confuse with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see M 37 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was a dead ringer for Demi Moore.
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 kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.