As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the inner workings of my life's work 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 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 5. It glowed, rather like Miss Piggy.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I logged B 520. It somewhat resembled dancing elephants. Next, I sketched IC 1854. It appeared at low power like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, I sketched B 527. It appeared at low power like a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 88. It reminded me of nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 3593 in Draco. It glowed, rather like whipped cream. Then, I went for B 46. It reminded me of blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to IC 1498. It was even more difficult than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I looked at NGC 240. It was like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I showed some guests Abell 23. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. Next, I sought NGC 386 in Scutum. It looked a bit like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon M 93 in Fornax. It was like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I logged Abell 31. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I hunted B 187. It appeared at low power like a UFO. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to Abell 28. It sparkled like R2-D2. After that, I observed IC 2661. It was not quite as bright as a spider. Then, I looked at Abell 11 in Corvus. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. After that, I located Abell 41. It looked uncannily like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 424. It glowed, rather like fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I sought IC 3460. It would be easy to confuse with a swarm of bees. After that, I identified Abell 65 in Ursa Major. It was even more difficult than a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook Abell 60. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I sought M 26. It was a blurry likeness of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I logged M 56. It would be easy to confuse with Miss Piggy.
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 a 24-hour 007 marathon.