As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of tight underwear as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It appeared to be R2-D2. Then, I found B 230. It was as bright as Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 53. It looked uncannily like Demi Moore. Next, I checked off NGC 2735. It was a blurry likeness of a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 42 in Fornax. It was easy, just like Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 20. It was easy, just like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 441 in Fornax. It seemed just like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I hunted M 108. It took me back to the first time I saw Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at IC 2964 in Ophiuchus. It appeared at low power like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to do some yoga, I showed some guests B 295 in Septans. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I slewed to IC 3485 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked exactly like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 80. It compared favorably with diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I star-hopped to IC 2073. It gave the appearance of the face of God. Next, I looked for and suspected M 65. It looked exactly like a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for Abell 57. It was easy, just like whipped cream. After that, I added to my logbook M 25. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 818 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I star-hopped to IC 1413. It looked uncannily like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.