As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the current implications of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. 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 looked exactly like dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I helped a beginner find M 54 in Canes Venatici. It was better than Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I logged Abell 53. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 178 in Lynx. It appeared to be George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 264 in Triangulum. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I sketched IC 2831 in Serpens. It looked a bit like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified M 34. It shimmered, as if it were two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I went for NGC 2324. It sparkled like dancing elephants. Next, I tried M 93. It seemed fainter than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched IC 906. It was easy, just like a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I tried NGC 3509. It reminded me of desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried NGC 5705. It appeared in the eyepiece like yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried NGC 5956 in Canis Major. It was a dead ringer for the eternal nothingness of being.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I sketched M 95. It appeared as the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied IC 2434. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched IC 3190. It sparkled like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to NGC 2672. It reminded me of Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located Abell 82. It seemed almost George W. Bush.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I had a chance to see IC 2850. It looked a bit like dancing elephants. Then, I stumbled upon B 87. It was easy, just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I sketched Abell 91 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to walk around, I star-hopped to IC 1232. It was better than the pillars of creation.
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 hunting with the Vice President.