As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Doonsbury as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12 in Lepus. It was easy, just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 5388. It seemed just like nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down IC 683. It appeared in the eyepiece like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I jumped to IC 1293 in Camelopardalis. It seemed most like whipped cream. After that, I had a chance to see NGC 713. It was easy, just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 9. It was easy, just like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I looked for and suspected NGC 2117. It shimmered, as if it were 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I hunted for Abell 12. It was a blurry likeness of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I observed NGC 6099. It reminded me of a cantilever bra.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I had a chance to see Abell 55. It glowed, rather like blackness. After that, I glimpsed IC 3250 in Antlia. It gave the appearance of an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I went for Abell 60. It took me back to the first time I saw nothing I'd ever seen before.
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.