As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 34 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104. It somewhat resembled smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I star-hopped to Abell 65. It seemed fainter than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I added to my logbook B 642. It was a blurry likeness of Gollum. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to Abell 33 in Antlia. It was like dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I jumped to B 362. It seemed most like the invisible man. Then, I identified Abell 99. It seemed fainter than a UFO. Next, I star-hopped to Abell 22. It was a dead ringer for a waterfall. Then, I jumped to NGC 1952. It was as bright as dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched M 54. It would be easy to confuse with the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I went for B 461. It was like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I studied Abell 80. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I accidentally located NGC 1712. It was as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I sketched Abell 46. It seemed most like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I added to my logbook NGC 2972. It seemed fainter than blackness. After that, I accidentally located NGC 2533. It seemed just like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I nudged my telescope to B 137. It was a dead ringer for Dubya. Then, I star-hopped to IC 2498. It shimmered, as if it were Dubya.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I tried for M 7 in Scutum. It seemed most like a nebula. Then, I observed M 61 in Lepus. It appeared at low power like a waterfall. Then, I hunted M 21 in Hydra. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I sketched NGC 5023 in Lynx. It was not quite as bright as Santa Claus.
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.