As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Plato's Republic as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 44 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 80 in Scorpius. It was not quite as bright as whipped cream. Then, I logged Abell 52. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I identified Abell 52 in Fornax. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I stumbled upon NGC 6855. It gave the appearance of a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted B 574. It glowed, rather like a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down IC 3268. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. Next, I jumped to B 188. It looked exactly like a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see NGC 5652. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. Next, I located NGC 2738 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was easy, just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I stumbled upon M 60. It seemed just like Demi Moore. Then, I located Abell 38 in Antlia. It seemed most like spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I sketched B 556. It was even more difficult than cotton on velvet. Next, I studied NGC 6324 in Pisces Austrinus. It was a dead ringer for the eye of God.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.