As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the popularity of my 401K as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 38. It sparkled like yet another globular. After that, I hunted for M 30. It was a dead ringer for Dubya. After that, I located NGC 4019 in Sagittarius. It seemed just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, I slewed to NGC 5931. It reminded me of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon Abell 95. It was a dead ringer for a far-away cloud. Next, I looked for and suspected Abell 44. It appeared to be the eye of God. After that, I looked at IC 3317. It was like yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 1543. It was as bright as Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I had a chance to see Abell 84. It appeared as Miss Piggy. Then, I jumped to NGC 4220. It sparkled like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I tried NGC 1329. It was as bright as Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted IC 3749. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. Next, I had a chance to see M 91. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being.
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 looking at another first attempt to image the Lagoon Nebula.