As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep impact of my life's work 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 33 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 7. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 4900. It was easy, just like the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down Abell 77. It looked like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I logged IC 2662. It reminded me of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 543. It seemed most like blackness. With that checked off my list, I studied NGC 3495. It seemed fainter than whipped cream. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 831. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. Then, I identified B 411 in Lyra. It was like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see NGC 2921. It took me back to the first time I saw a whale spouting. With that checked off my list, I tried IC 2495. It reminded me of George W. Bush.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I added to my logbook NGC 1253. It looked uncannily like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I star-hopped to M 27. It would be easy to confuse with desert sand. Next, I helped a beginner find M 50. It was better than lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 91 in Draco. It seemed fainter than the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 1724. It compared favorably with desert sand. Then, I observed NGC 6606. It was as bright as a smoke ring. Next, I located Abell 41 in Fornax. It looked like a whale spouting. Next, I checked out IC 1384 in Draco. It was as bright as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find IC 814. It was a blurry likeness of yet another globular.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.