As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 23 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95. It appeared to be two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I found by accident M 110. It glowed, rather like a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I identified B 45. It reminded me of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I found B 228 in Corvus. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 1615. It compared favorably with Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off IC 2434. It seemed almost a spider.
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 phone sex.