As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of chaos theory as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26 in Lepus. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 446. It was not quite as bright as the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 247. It was better than a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I located IC 1750. It looked exactly like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 503. It looked like cotton candy. Then, I tracked down NGC 2434. It seemed just like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I observed Abell 5 in Corvus. It seemed almost whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 1222. It was better than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I accidentally located B 494. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. After that, I slewed to Abell 33. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 70. It seemed most like R2-D2.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I accidentally located IC 861. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. Then, I found by accident NGC 5727. It seemed almost nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 937. It was a dead ringer for cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I found Abell 2. It took me back to the first time I saw an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I went for Abell 19 in Fornax. It gave the appearance of cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged IC 12. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I identified M 23. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 107. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I accidentally located IC 2513. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.