As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the current implications of chaos theory as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 35 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 66. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I went for Abell 37 in Sagittarius. It seemed most like the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged NGC 4519. It shimmered, as if it were Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located NGC 1244 in Perseus. It was as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I found by accident NGC 3715. It compared favorably with diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I looked at M 92 in Serpens. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman.
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 looking at another first attempt to image the Lagoon Nebula.