As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of the universe as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69. It looked exactly like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I found Abell 59. It looked a bit like Miss Piggy. After that, I had a chance to see B 148 in Lepus. It was a blurry likeness of the invisible man. Next, I looked at B 353 in Orion. It appeared in the eyepiece like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for B 61. It looked a bit like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I found IC 3040. It looked uncannily like desert sand. With that checked off my list, I sought B 613 in Serpens. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I located B 111. It looked exactly like yet another globular. Next, I looked for and suspected M 60. It appeared to be a smoke ring. After that, I logged B 62. It would be easy to confuse with the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I sought B 100 in Draco. It seemed fainter than a little triangle. After that, I checked out B 383 in Draco. It seemed fainter than spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I looked at Abell 2. It was like dancing elephants. Next, I looked at M 11 in Scutum. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I logged NGC 169. It seemed just like a swarm of bees.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I tracked down B 74. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I added to my logbook Abell 95. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5607. It was like cotton candy. After that, I sought M 9. It sparkled like R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 28. It compared favorably with a little triangle.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I observed IC 2329 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.