As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the internet 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 27 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72. It took me back to the first time I saw Demi Moore. After that, I sought M 91. It sparkled like George W. Bush. Then, I sought IC 3687. It appeared to be cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied M 101. It sparkled like Alan Rickman. Then, I checked out B 439. It looked uncannily like the invisible man. Next, I slewed to B 537. It somewhat resembled a cantilever bra. After that, I showed some guests B 50. It was a dead ringer for its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to have a smoke, I looked for and suspected B 51. It seemed most like Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 4946. It looked uncannily like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified IC 2257 in Canes Venatici. It seemed just like a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident NGC 3207. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 61. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. With that checked off my list, I checked off NGC 4935 in Orion. It appeared as diamonds on black velvet. Then, I added to my logbook B 159. It gave the appearance of ripples of water. Then, I looked for and suspected NGC 4987. It was easy, just like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I studied M 72 in Scutum. It was a blurry likeness of George W. Bush.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.