As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of Yahoo P/E ratios 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 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 83 in Sagittarius. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I checked off NGC 622. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I checked out NGC 6024 in Ursa Major. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 1077. It looked uncannily like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 454 in Ursa Major. It was better than R2-D2. After that, I went for B 255. It seemed just like Miss Piggy.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I showed some guests IC 2701. It was easy, just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I logged Abell 28. It appeared at low power like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 48. It appeared as Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located Abell 93 in Sculptor. It was a blurry likeness of a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I sketched Abell 95. It glowed, rather like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 543. It looked like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to M 16. It reminded me of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I studied Abell 19. It seemed most like a smoke ring. After that, I checked off M 107. It would be easy to confuse with spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 30. It seemed just like cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I went for B 29. It was as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I accidentally located IC 806 in Serpens. It sparkled like Gollum.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I checked out NGC 5415. It looked like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I studied Abell 59. It looked like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I slewed to M 80. It compared favorably with cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon Abell 74. It looked uncannily like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 cleaning the bathroom.