As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of world hunger as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 78 in Canes Venatici. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I went for M 59. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I jumped to IC 306 in Virgo. It appeared to be the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I observed B 436. It looked like a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook B 272. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 59. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 9. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I checked off NGC 5767 in Ophiuchus. It seemed most like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 67 in Scutum. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed Abell 79. It appeared at low power like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 2641. It was a blurry likeness of desert sand. After that, I looked at IC 3495. It appeared to be Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 300. It seemed just like yet another globular.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I studied NGC 2089. It reminded me of diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed M 91 in Corvus. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 62. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants. Next, I looked for and suspected M 98 in Lyra. It appeared to be Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I sought B 627. It somewhat resembled Dubya.
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 cleaning the bathroom.