As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of Doonsbury as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84. It somewhat resembled Gollum. After that, I accidentally located B 45. It appeared to be an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I sought B 578. It reminded me of cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to M 31 in Hydra. It somewhat resembled Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon IC 1537 in Ophiuchus. It seemed almost a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 106. It compared favorably with Miss Piggy. Then, I added to my logbook M 34. It appeared as whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I checked off B 117. It compared favorably with Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident NGC 5151. It reminded me of a waterfall.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.