As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the current implications of the universe as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 29 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 32. It compared favorably with spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I located M 70. It glowed, rather like R2-D2. After that, I glimpsed NGC 4725. It looked like diamonds on black velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to M 94. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 61 in Sagittarius. It was like R2-D2.
After a short break to have a smoke, I logged B 628. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I tracked down Abell 76. It was a blurry likeness of George W. Bush. Then, I found NGC 4351. It would be easy to confuse with a nebula. Then, I slewed to B 183. It was better than dandruff on black satin pajamas.
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.