As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the inner workings of my 401K as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 23 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 46. It was better than R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 23. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to M 25 in Perseus. It looked uncannily like a waterfall.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I hunted IC 2366 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was not quite as bright as whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out NGC 940. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 561. It was even more difficult than whipped cream. After that, I found NGC 2128 in that confusing part of Virgo. It appeared as yet another globular. After that, I slewed to M 80. It seemed most like blackness. After that, I jumped to M 100 in Fornax. It gave the appearance of the face of God. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon B 277. It looked uncannily like Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 1873. It appeared at low power like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I logged Abell 36. It appeared in the eyepiece like Alan Rickman. Next, I located IC 1372. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I studied Abell 40. It looked a bit like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 68. It was a blurry likeness of a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 37. It appeared at low power like a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I checked off M 91 in Draco. It appeared at low power like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 hunting with the Vice President.