As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the morality of astrology 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 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 88. It would be easy to confuse with smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook B 419. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find B 603. It was better than the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I looked for and suspected Abell 85 in Canes Venatici. It was like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located B 155 in Hydra. It took me back to the first time I saw Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for Abell 5. It was easy, just like the invisible man. After that, I went for NGC 6662 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I hunted NGC 3794. It was even more difficult than a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I tracked down Abell 5. It was not quite as bright as a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I went for NGC 5571. It was even more difficult than a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 15. It compared favorably with its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I nudged my telescope to B 638. It was a dead ringer for dancing elephants.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I tried for B 157. It gave the appearance of its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 70 in Ursa Major. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I added to my logbook M 13. It reminded me of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I studied B 359. It seemed most like lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed NGC 4475 in Fornax. It appeared in the eyepiece like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 75. It was like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I observed Abell 43. It somewhat resembled Smokey the Bear. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 28. It took me back to the first time I saw smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see Abell 27 in Triangulum. It was not quite as bright as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I had a chance to see M 91. It glowed, rather like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected B 95. It was not quite as bright as Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched Abell 1. It looked a bit like a spitting cobra.
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 phone sex.