As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of world hunger 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 31 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 54. It looked a bit like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I star-hopped to B 178. It took me back to the first time I saw desert sand. Next, I added to my logbook NGC 4272. It looked a bit like a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 97 in Hydra. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 152 in Triangulum. It seemed almost a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 61. It sparkled like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I slewed to B 644. It was a dead ringer for a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for B 553 in Corvus. It was better than Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 736. It took me back to the first time I saw Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 434. It looked uncannily like a UFO.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I found by accident NGC 1306 in Pisces Austrinus. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton on velvet.
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 sex.