As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of the internet as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104. It sparkled like Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched NGC 4986. It was not quite as bright as a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 95. It compared favorably with cotton on velvet.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I looked at Abell 44. It looked a bit like desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located B 590. It sparkled like an inflamed monkey butt.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I observed Abell 1 in Scutum. It looked uncannily like a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to B 197 in Sagittarius. It was as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests Abell 27. It was as bright as a UFO. Then, I sketched IC 1750. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I hunted Abell 29. It looked a bit like a little triangle. After that, I had a chance to see B 635. It compared favorably with a swarm of bees. Then, I tried IC 1088. It looked uncannily like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I checked out IC 1001. It reminded me of a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 75. It shimmered, as if it were spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I had a chance to see M 90. It seemed most like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I helped a beginner find Abell 30. It appeared as Miss Piggy. Then, I accidentally located B 100. It appeared to be spent coals, faintly glowing.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I hunted Abell 38 in Ophiuchus. It compared favorably with a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 772. It appeared as George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to B 56. It was a blurry likeness of desert sand. Next, I observed M 87. It was easy, just like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I slewed to NGC 6366. It was a blurry likeness of dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I observed Abell 5. It shimmered, as if it were 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 reading Beowulf in Old English.