As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the current state of the universe 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 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69. It looked a bit like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified Abell 33 in Scutum. It appeared in the eyepiece like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I had a chance to see NGC 4787 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked a bit like the face of God. Next, I sketched B 139. It shimmered, as if it were a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 2256. It was not quite as bright as its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for Abell 4. It was better than yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests Abell 64 in Virgo. It somewhat resembled fleecy wool. Next, I hunted for M 85. It somewhat resembled R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down IC 2092. It seemed fainter than Alan Rickman. Then, I added to my logbook B 389. It appeared at low power like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried IC 3591 in Lynx. It sparkled like diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located M 33 in Fornax. It somewhat resembled a cantilever bra. After that, I tried for M 79. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I found M 104 in Sculptor. It seemed most like blackness. Next, I logged Abell 58. It was as bright as cotton candy.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I accidentally located B 399. It was a dead ringer for desert sand. Then, I hunted IC 3617 in Perseus. It was a blurry likeness of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted NGC 2411. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 14. It was even more difficult than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I located M 7. It appeared at low power like the eye of God. After that, I logged B 112 in that confusing part of Virgo. It took me back to the first time I saw whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 938. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush. After that, I tracked down IC 2077 in Ursa Major. It was easy, just like cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 a 24-hour 007 marathon.