As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the morality of chaos theory 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 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 88. It reminded me of diamonds on black velvet. Next, I stumbled upon B 375 in Perseus. It looked uncannily like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for Abell 65. It was like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see IC 63 in Virgo. It sparkled like R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 543 in Fornax. It glowed, rather like the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 2996. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 95. It looked exactly like Dubya. After that, I slewed to B 367. It appeared to be desert sand. Next, I showed some guests NGC 4635. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I checked out IC 3169. It seemed almost Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I tried NGC 4870 in Ursa Minor. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. Next, I jumped to NGC 2792. It appeared as Alan Rickman. After that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 27 in Septans. It was like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I tried IC 3103. It appeared at low power like a smoke ring. Next, I helped a beginner find M 33. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 21. It was better than a little triangle.
After a short break to check my email, I hunted for Abell 41. It looked exactly like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 1222 in Sagittarius. It was better than Alan Rickman.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I went for M 3. It was easy, just like Gollum. After that, I tracked down NGC 6690. It gave the appearance of George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I identified B 92. It appeared at low power like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I hunted B 384 in Lyra. It seemed almost a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I tracked down M 77 in Orion. It looked uncannily like cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 a root canal.