As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the morality of the energy crisis as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 83. It somewhat resembled Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I went for M 39. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied IC 3952 in Antlia. It took me back to the first time I saw dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I accidentally located Abell 14 in Canes Venatici. It appeared to be dancing elephants.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I checked out B 465. It was even more difficult than the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 69 in Canis Major. It would be easy to confuse with black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 6189. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to B 556. It compared favorably with whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I sought Abell 83. It looked like whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to M 3 in Virgo. It looked like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I jumped to NGC 6964. It appeared to be whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at IC 1257. It sparkled like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located IC 289. It reminded me of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 1539 in Sculptor. It compared favorably with a smoke ring. Next, I found by accident B 596. It glowed, rather like desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for M 90. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I hunted for M 15. It appeared to be a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 134. It seemed fainter than dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook Abell 42 in Camelopardalis. It was not quite as bright as a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located NGC 6046. It seemed most like desert sand.
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 sex.