As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the energy crisis 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 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 30. It was as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I found Abell 34. It appeared as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I checked off NGC 6804 in Orion. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I logged M 19. It reminded me of desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 108. It seemed most like a whale spouting.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I looked for and suspected B 261. It was easy, just like Dubya. After that, I stumbled upon IC 1150 in Lepus. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. With that checked off my list, I logged B 436 in Lynx. It somewhat resembled a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 3. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off NGC 2711 in Triangulum. It sparkled like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 90. It gave the appearance of lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 53 in Lepus. It glowed, rather like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I located M 77. It seemed just like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to chat, I hunted Abell 6 in Hydra. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 28 in Canis Major. It was even more difficult than Gollum.
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.