As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of cosmology as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 92. It was like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 2935. It sparkled like Alan Rickman. Next, I hunted IC 7 in Ursa Minor. It sparkled like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 1585. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. With that checked off my list, I hunted Abell 51 in Lepus. It seemed just like a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted Abell 73. It would be easy to confuse with two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 27. It seemed fainter than Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted Abell 47. It reminded me of Dubya. Then, I studied NGC 1100. It seemed most like its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 27. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. Next, I identified B 595. It looked a bit like dancing elephants. After that, I jumped to IC 2676 in Sagittarius. It reminded me of cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I logged B 567 in the western sky. It appeared as a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find IC 835. It appeared to be a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for M 5 in Canes Venatici. It seemed almost two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I logged B 598. It took me back to the first time I saw a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 344 in Triangulum. It was like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook Abell 45 in Septans. It shimmered, as if it were a whale spouting.
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 phone sex.