As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of the internet as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. 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 25 in Lynx. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I identified M 90. It somewhat resembled cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located M 77 in Septans. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Next, I observed NGC 3255. It somewhat resembled George W. Bush. Next, I checked out M 90 in Septans. It appeared as diamonds on black velvet. Next, I tracked down B 326. It was a blurry likeness of cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 27 in Camelopardalis. It appeared to be Demi Moore. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to Abell 29. It was even more difficult than R2-D2. Next, I looked for and suspected M 13. It seemed just like Gollum.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I logged Abell 90. It sparkled like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I logged IC 2635. It was better than a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident M 78 in Draco. It glowed, rather like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 81. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. Next, I checked off NGC 1173. It glowed, rather like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 78 in Scutum. It compared favorably with the last six objects I'd seen.
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 looking at another first attempt to image the Lagoon Nebula.