As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the current state of Dilbert 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 26 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It was even more difficult than Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed NGC 1829. It seemed just like a whale spouting.
After a short break to do some yoga, I checked out IC 2402. It looked a bit like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I hunted NGC 2734. It looked uncannily like blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down B 487. It was a blurry likeness of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I star-hopped to NGC 5797 in Serpens. It looked exactly like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 453. It was as bright as fleecy wool.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I stumbled upon B 515 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I looked at Abell 45. It looked exactly like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I tracked down NGC 5699. It looked a bit like dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I slewed to IC 2586. It seemed fainter than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests NGC 4210. It looked uncannily like lumpy darkness.
After a short break to chat, I slewed to Abell 50. It looked a bit like the invisible man. Next, I nudged my telescope to B 410 in Cygnus. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected M 61. It appeared in the eyepiece like a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I hunted IC 2485. It was easy, just like a far-away cloud.
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.