As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the inner workings of the universe as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 73 in Corvus. It looked like a little triangle. Then, I studied Abell 49 in the western sky. It reminded me of dancing elephants. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 427 in Orion. It appeared to be Demi Moore. After that, I tried Abell 80. It was even more difficult than the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I sought Abell 89. It appeared as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I found by accident IC 2234 in Scutum. It compared favorably with cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out NGC 3655. It was not quite as bright as Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 55. It looked like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 6 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It seemed just like Dubya. Then, I showed some guests M 72. It seemed just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I found NGC 37. It shimmered, as if it were a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 77 in Sagittarius. It was like desert sand. With that checked off my list, I located Abell 97. It sparkled like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 470. It seemed just like a cantilever bra.
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 reading observing reports.