As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the current implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 18. It appeared as nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified M 88. It reminded me of fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I identified NGC 2560 in Draco. It looked uncannily like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 415. It seemed just like the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I observed B 497. It appeared in the eyepiece like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I studied IC 971. It was better than R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 6798. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted M 92 in Virgo. It gave the appearance of lumpy darkness.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I looked for and suspected M 9 in Triangulum. It was not quite as bright as a nebula. After that, I sought IC 426. It appeared as R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident B 48 in Orion. It was not quite as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I observed Abell 14. It was better than Alan Rickman. After that, I looked at NGC 792 in Canes Venatici. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 1490 in Ursa Minor. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I tried IC 1915 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked like a spider. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see M 8. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I hunted for IC 1446. It appeared as an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I checked out B 607. It somewhat resembled a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off B 627 in Fornax. It was easy, just like R2-D2. Next, I glimpsed NGC 4135. It was as bright as a far-away cloud.
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 hunting with the Vice President.