As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the higher implications of the human spirit as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 28 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 56. It would be easy to confuse with 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I tracked down M 38 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It sparkled like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I checked off IC 1491. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I sought B 636. It was like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged IC 2480. It was a dead ringer for black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I sketched M 90. It would be easy to confuse with cotton on velvet.
After a short break to do some yoga, I star-hopped to IC 3103. It seemed fainter than cotton on velvet. Next, I studied B 201 in Lyra. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I logged NGC 1719. It was easy, just like Dubya. With that checked off my list, I located B 518. It looked uncannily like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 2251 in Orion. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I studied M 59. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I went for B 256 in Septans. It seemed most like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located IC 138. It looked uncannily like a cantilever bra. Next, I tried for M 35 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of Santa Claus. Next, I found M 53. It somewhat resembled a nebula. Then, I checked off NGC 1411. It appeared as its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I looked at IC 1182 in Ophiuchus. It compared favorably with desert sand. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed B 333. It was easy, just like a far-away cloud.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.