As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of cosmology 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 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 70. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for M 43 in Virgo. It was a dead ringer for all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I located IC 2418 in Lyra. It seemed almost George W. Bush.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I studied M 32. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 113 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It shimmered, as if it were the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook B 424. It reminded me of Dubya. With that checked off my list, I jumped to Abell 89 in Lyra. It reminded me of diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I observed B 557. It was like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 154 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 484. It glowed, rather like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I hunted NGC 3662. It seemed just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.