As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the popularity of tight underwear 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 31 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 62 in Scorpius. It gave the appearance of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located NGC 491. It seemed fainter than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I looked for and suspected Abell 64. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I star-hopped to B 507. It shimmered, as if it were cotton candy. Next, I observed Abell 91. It looked a bit like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I jumped to NGC 6692. It glowed, rather like whipped cream. After that, I glimpsed NGC 1082. It appeared in the eyepiece like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. With that checked off my list, I located B 58. It was easy, just like black pearls on flocked paper.
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 stacking 400 Mars images by hand.