As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the morality of AP Refractors 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 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 58 in Septans. It was a blurry likeness of diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 81. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. Next, I found Abell 53. It looked exactly like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 275. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph. Then, I studied IC 2185. It was easy, just like blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down IC 3697. It was like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 106. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. Then, I had a chance to see NGC 4710. It looked exactly like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I identified IC 1257. It shimmered, as if it were 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I checked out IC 2463 in Triangulum. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. Next, I nudged my telescope to NGC 2580. It somewhat resembled all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I studied B 296 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked a bit like two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I identified IC 3000. It looked uncannily like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I looked at M 55. It sparkled like an inflamed monkey butt.
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.