As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the study of astrology as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 60 in Sculptor. It was easy, just like the invisible man. Next, I checked off B 26. It was a dead ringer for the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I helped a beginner find Abell 60. It was as bright as a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 94. It took me back to the first time I saw a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located IC 1834. It looked a bit like black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I jumped to M 86 in Draco. It took me back to the first time I saw its Hubble photograph. After that, I looked for and suspected NGC 3698. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I sought Abell 80. It sparkled like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for NGC 3829. It gave the appearance of a swarm of bees.
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.