As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the inner workings of television 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 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 64. It was better than Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected IC 1106. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I sketched NGC 6059. It appeared as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I sought B 202. It was not quite as bright as whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to NGC 3747. It seemed almost an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried Abell 86. It appeared to be a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon Abell 68 in Lynx. It compared favorably with Santa Claus. Next, I checked off NGC 4349. It looked uncannily like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I hunted for IC 3671. It looked a bit like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for B 633 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was better than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I jumped to Abell 79. It was as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 4635. It seemed almost one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to Abell 28. It looked exactly like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.