As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Plato's Republic 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 26 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 50. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook NGC 5606. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 446. It gave the appearance of a smoke ring. After that, I accidentally located B 601. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 3981. It looked exactly like cotton candy. After that, I tried for NGC 6296. It somewhat resembled Dubya. After that, I identified IC 502 in Ophiuchus. It somewhat resembled the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied Abell 73 in Triangulum. It was even more difficult than yet another globular. Next, I studied NGC 2801. It was a dead ringer for blackness. Next, I hunted for M 63. It appeared as the face of God. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to IC 1892. It gave the appearance of the last six objects I'd seen.
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.