As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep impact of astrology as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 31 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 89. It was a blurry likeness of all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I accidentally located NGC 241. It looked a bit like spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 1167. It looked a bit like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off B 237. It seemed most like a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to M 52. It reminded me of desert sand. Then, I went for IC 3338. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I studied M 91. It appeared as a little triangle. Then, I nudged my telescope to B 321 in Lyra. It gave the appearance of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I observed B 380. It was like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried M 109 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked exactly like fleecy wool.
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 internet sex.