As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of my life's work as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 73. It seemed just like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to B 200. It seemed just like Dubya. After that, I studied IC 397 in Lynx. It glowed, rather like dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I logged M 103 in Fornax. It was better than a waterfall. Next, I tried M 83. It was better than cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I added to my logbook IC 1837. It seemed most like dancing elephants. Then, I logged B 96. It was a blurry likeness of nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located M 39. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 83 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Next, I checked off IC 1907. It seemed fainter than the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed B 301 in Sculptor. It would be easy to confuse with an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I accidentally located Abell 99. It looked uncannily like spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I located Abell 55. It gave the appearance of yet another globular.
After a short break to check my email, I star-hopped to IC 3282. It looked like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see Abell 37. It seemed fainter than cotton candy. Next, I accidentally located IC 718. It seemed fainter than a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 87. It reminded me of fleecy wool.
After a short break to walk around, I jumped to IC 1582. It was not quite as bright as Demi Moore. Next, I helped a beginner find M 55 in Gemini. It was even more difficult than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook Abell 75. It seemed almost a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find Abell 37. It looked like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. With that checked off my list, I slewed to M 24. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I stumbled upon Abell 33 in Gemini. It reminded me of Santa Claus.
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 stale peeps.