As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of Norse mythology 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 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 68. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 6854. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off NGC 6302. It was like Dubya.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I accidentally located Abell 75. It shimmered, as if it were a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I located Abell 52 in Cygnus. It reminded me of that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I logged IC 2033. It took me back to the first time I saw lumpy darkness. Next, I checked out B 157 in Perseus. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I tried for Abell 64. It seemed just like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 3. It seemed just like the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests B 533 in the western sky. It took me back to the first time I saw an inflamed monkey butt.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.