As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of this Pale Blue Dot we call home 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 44 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 65. It was not quite as bright as Gollum. Then, I added to my logbook IC 3995. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I checked off NGC 4898. It appeared in the eyepiece like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 103 in Corvus. It was even more difficult than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 128 in Lyra. It was as bright as a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 3991. It was a blurry likeness of cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I hunted for B 382. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to M 92. It reminded me of fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought NGC 4006. It was even more difficult than R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 404. It reminded me of a far-away cloud. After that, I hunted NGC 1730. It seemed fainter than spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I studied NGC 4504. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I jumped to NGC 3888 in Virgo. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt.
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 internet sex.