As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the study 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 50. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon IC 3661. It was like the face of God.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I helped a beginner find NGC 4646. It looked like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I jumped to IC 347. It was even more difficult than cotton candy.
After a short break to have a smoke, I observed B 210 in Perseus. It was not quite as bright as that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I went for Abell 22. It seemed just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5778. It would be easy to confuse with a spider. Then, I found B 41 in Ursa Minor. It seemed just like a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 2139 in Scutum. It seemed just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 339. It appeared in the eyepiece like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 108 in Lepus. It was a dead ringer for two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I accidentally located Abell 23 in Lyra. It was better than a swarm of bees. Next, I jumped to B 118 in Orion. It was better than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 3767. It reminded me of a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 94. It appeared in the eyepiece like a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located IC 3223 in Scorpius. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to Abell 18. It looked exactly like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I showed some guests NGC 5961. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I glimpsed NGC 5324 in Lyra. It was easy, just like blackness. Then, I looked at Abell 7. It reminded me of a spitting cobra.
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 phone sex.