As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the popularity of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26. It shimmered, as if it were Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see Abell 49. It appeared as a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I looked for and suspected NGC 1218. It looked exactly like a cantilever bra. After that, I looked at IC 844. It shimmered, as if it were dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I tried for IC 2553. It took me back to the first time I saw two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I found M 10 in Cygnus. It reminded me of a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I tried IC 1401. It shimmered, as if it were Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 2889 in Antlia. It sparkled like George W. Bush. Then, I located IC 2288. It was better than George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 112. It seemed fainter than Dubya. With that checked off my list, I tracked down B 599. It would be easy to confuse with the invisible man.
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.