As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of the universe as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 87. It appeared at low power like the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located B 111. It appeared in the eyepiece like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to M 65. It would be easy to confuse with Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 3392. It looked like George W. Bush. Then, I nudged my telescope to IC 3213 in Scorpius. It was like George W. Bush. Next, I found by accident B 609. It took me back to the first time I saw the invisible man. Next, I looked for and suspected B 531. It gave the appearance of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I located NGC 6829. It looked a bit like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I found by accident B 485. It was easy, just like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I nudged my telescope to IC 1898. It appeared to be black pearls on flocked paper.
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 a poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.