As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of Norse mythology as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 98. It looked exactly like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I logged NGC 6473. It was as bright as dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 76. It looked exactly like a UFO.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I tried for B 638. It looked a bit like desert sand. Then, I hunted for NGC 6333 in Draco. It was not quite as bright as Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests IC 1809. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I nudged my telescope to Abell 98. It compared favorably with the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I slewed to B 238. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. Then, I showed some guests IC 2420. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at NGC 4877. It was better than the eye of God. After that, I slewed to IC 1225. It seemed just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located B 500. It seemed fainter than smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I accidentally located B 445. It seemed almost smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I star-hopped to Abell 88. It was not quite as bright as Gollum.
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 day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.