As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the morality of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36 in Scutum. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I slewed to M 46. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 37. It looked a bit like a whale spouting.
After a short break to do some yoga, I found by accident NGC 4386. It glowed, rather like a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook NGC 1409 in Lyra. It seemed most like a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 10 in Scutum. It shimmered, as if it were a smoke ring. Next, I logged IC 2788. It looked like lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 82. It took me back to the first time I saw the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 633. It was even more difficult than a cantilever bra. Next, I tried for NGC 5847. It appeared in the eyepiece like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I looked for and suspected M 84. It looked exactly like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I looked at M 7. It was not quite as bright as Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for B 595. It looked like blackness. After that, I tried for B 364. It looked a bit like Gollum. After that, I identified IC 574 in Ursa Minor. It would be easy to confuse with Smokey the Bear. With that checked off my list, I checked off IC 1800. It seemed most like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted IC 3349 in Lepus. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 73 in Virgo. It was a dead ringer for Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I slewed to NGC 5514. It appeared at low power like a spider. After that, I checked out B 105. It seemed fainter than cotton on velvet. Next, I found Abell 35. It shimmered, as if it were Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.