As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of tight underwear as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 37. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants. After that, I jumped to NGC 3589 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 301 in Canis Major. It seemed fainter than black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I sketched IC 2261. It shimmered, as if it were Dubya. After that, I logged Abell 55 in the western sky. It seemed almost lumpy darkness. Then, I stumbled upon NGC 5898. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located B 549. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 45. It sparkled like a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for IC 3583 in Canis Major. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I found B 539 in Serpens. It was easy, just like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I observed IC 472 in Scorpius. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to NGC 5123 in Canis Major. It would be easy to confuse with cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I went for NGC 4028. It somewhat resembled a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down IC 2160. It seemed almost fleecy wool.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I identified B 442. It took me back to the first time I saw the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 40. It compared favorably with a little triangle.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I showed some guests Abell 99 in Sagittarius. It glowed, rather like R2-D2.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I looked at IC 611 in Scorpius. It was a blurry likeness of a waterfall. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 5466 in Lynx. It seemed fainter than diamonds on black 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 phone sex.