As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 63. It was like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I sought B 305 in Canis Major. It would be easy to confuse with the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I located IC 1263 in Hydra. It shimmered, as if it were R2-D2. Then, I observed B 248 in Sagittarius. It was like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 3153 in Antlia. It appeared to be the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I checked off B 557. It was like the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 196 in Gemini. It looked like the pillars of creation. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to Abell 20. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. After that, I added to my logbook M 3 in Lynx. It appeared in the eyepiece like a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for M 110. It took me back to the first time I saw dancing elephants. After that, I identified NGC 2695. It compared favorably with the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 74. It was a dead ringer for nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I nudged my telescope to NGC 1836. It sparkled like Gollum. Then, I located IC 3490. It was not quite as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 4362. It seemed most like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I hunted M 58 in Canis Major. It was as bright as a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 3891. It was as bright as cotton on velvet. Then, I tracked down Abell 19 in Scutum. It was easy, just like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed IC 2505. It sparkled like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to chat, I slewed to Abell 95. It took me back to the first time I saw cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I logged NGC 1983 in Gemini. It seemed almost fleecy wool.
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 ebola.