As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the current state 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 15 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 35. It was even more difficult than yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident Abell 50. It seemed just like Alan Rickman. Next, I glimpsed M 90. It was not quite as bright as a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I tried M 85 in the western sky. It gave the appearance of the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to M 108 in Perseus. It looked like a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 359. It seemed just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied IC 3951. It was like Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed IC 3982 in Scutum. It was not quite as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I showed some guests NGC 200. It was like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 460. It compared favorably with a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 3766. It shimmered, as if it were R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I found by accident NGC 4174 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I accidentally located IC 676. It reminded me of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 2955. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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.