As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the higher implications of chaos theory as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 22. It would be easy to confuse with the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I sketched M 21 in Orion. It was like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 619. It appeared to be nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found Abell 62. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at IC 1401. It was easy, just like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted M 1. It somewhat resembled the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to Abell 11. It was not quite as bright as the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off M 81. It looked like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 55 in Triangulum. It gave the appearance of Demi Moore. Next, I nudged my telescope to B 89. It was as bright as dancing elephants.
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.