As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the universe as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 33 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 86. It sparkled like a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 72. It was a dead ringer for whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to IC 3632. It seemed fainter than the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find NGC 3785. It seemed almost blackness. Then, I added to my logbook NGC 967 in Virgo. It seemed just like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I observed Abell 17 in Canes Venatici. It was not quite as bright as all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out B 455. It compared favorably with a little triangle. After that, I looked at IC 1112 in Gemini. It appeared as the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought NGC 873. It sparkled like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 69. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 39. It appeared to be Dubya. Then, I logged IC 2386. It would be easy to confuse with an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I found by accident B 306. It gave the appearance of cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I located Abell 98. It looked exactly like a smoke ring. Then, I jumped to M 103. It was not quite as bright as a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found Abell 67 in Gemini. It looked like the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I showed some guests NGC 1246. It was a blurry likeness of a waterfall. Then, I studied B 315. It somewhat resembled a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I star-hopped to M 8 in Serpens. It seemed most like the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to M 71. It shimmered, as if it were black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I sought B 119 in Ophiuchus. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I slewed to Abell 52 in Ophiuchus. It appeared in the eyepiece like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, I jumped to B 551. It looked a bit 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 a 24-hour 007 marathon.