As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the inner workings of world hunger as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 16 in Canis Major. It shimmered, as if it were smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 2527. It looked exactly like Miss Piggy. Next, I checked out M 53. It appeared at low power like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I tried IC 3698. It appeared at low power like the invisible man. After that, I hunted for IC 1802. It seemed most like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I found M 45. It gave the appearance of a cantilever bra. With that checked off my list, I hunted IC 3999 in Canis Major. It seemed fainter than an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I jumped to B 38. It glowed, rather like the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found Abell 35 in Corvus. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, I accidentally located Abell 35 in Gemini. It seemed just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 1846. It was better than Alan Rickman. Then, I sketched M 42. It was as bright as a spider.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I tried NGC 1681. It reminded me of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see B 390. It reminded me of George W. Bush. After that, I tried B 230. It gave the appearance of yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon NGC 6063. It was easy, just like a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see IC 1667. It was as bright as the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon M 83 in Hydra. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I tried for NGC 6404. It was a blurry likeness of a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down B 554 in Scorpius. It looked exactly like dancing elephants. Then, I checked off B 333 in Fornax. It seemed just like a smoke ring.
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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.