As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the inner workings of television 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 35 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 23. It appeared as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I showed some guests Abell 95. It seemed most like the eye of God. Then, I hunted B 306. It looked exactly like Gollum.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I identified Abell 31. It glowed, rather like Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 639. It would be easy to confuse with whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I identified NGC 2741. It was as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I tried Abell 31. It glowed, rather like a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 3193. It appeared as a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for IC 2650. It was like Santa Claus. After that, I went for IC 2014. It was better than Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I hunted for IC 1030. It glowed, rather like R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 75. It reminded me of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 630. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to chat, I jumped to B 351. It shimmered, as if it were cotton candy.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I sought M 34 in Triangulum. It appeared in the eyepiece like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed IC 463. It shimmered, as if it were an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
After a short break to chat, I sought B 514. It was better than cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I observed Abell 84 in Orion. It was even more difficult than Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident B 214. It seemed fainter than Dubya. Next, I tried IC 3527. It seemed most like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I checked off B 61 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was like Alan Rickman. Next, I sought NGC 1827 in Pisces Austrinus. It reminded me of cotton candy.
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.