As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Doonsbury as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 51 in Hydra. It seemed fainter than dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I sought M 28. It was even more difficult than a waterfall. Then, I found by accident Abell 52 in Orion. It was like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I had a chance to see IC 1948 in Sagittarius. It was better than an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 53. It looked like cotton candy. After that, I studied IC 2613. It reminded me of the invisible man.
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.