As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of astrology 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 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72 in Serpens. It gave the appearance of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I located M 70 in Canes Venatici. It was as bright as diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to M 73. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 34. It was a dead ringer for the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for IC 2242. It appeared as George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for Abell 28. It was a dead ringer for a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 1083. It looked a bit like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 21. It seemed most like cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I accidentally located NGC 1740. It was better than the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I sought IC 455 in Lynx. It gave the appearance of whipped cream.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I identified NGC 3550. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 282. It was not quite as bright as a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out Abell 47 in Septans. It gave the appearance of Alan Rickman. Then, I tracked down B 155. It appeared in the eyepiece like cotton on velvet.
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.