As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the insignificance of world hunger 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 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 40 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 815. It was like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook M 16. It would be easy to confuse with dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I jumped to M 94. It looked a bit like the face of God.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I checked out NGC 1493. It took me back to the first time I saw diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 82. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I hunted NGC 3397. It appeared in the eyepiece like the face of God. Next, I tracked down B 319 in Perseus. It was better than the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident NGC 3642 in Camelopardalis. It was easy, just like a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see B 460. It seemed most like lumpy darkness. Then, I nudged my telescope to B 536. It was as bright as the pillars of creation.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I showed some guests Abell 88 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It appeared as all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I hunted for M 14. It seemed fainter than Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 650. It looked a bit like whipped cream. Next, I tried IC 1496. It appeared to be the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I sketched IC 144. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.