As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the morality of chaos theory as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107 in Ursa Major. It seemed most like desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 1922. It looked exactly like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon B 600. It reminded me of cotton candy. Next, I identified M 21. It appeared at low power like cotton candy. Next, I jumped to Abell 44. It somewhat resembled a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see B 216. It was a dead ringer for a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied NGC 599. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to B 543. It looked like George W. Bush. Then, I jumped to M 92. It was better than blackness. After that, I showed some guests B 556. It was like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I logged B 228. It looked a bit like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 5003. It shimmered, as if it were Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I sought M 96. It was not quite as bright as its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 104 in Virgo. It seemed fainter than smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected B 357. It sparkled like a whale spouting. After that, I tried for Abell 38. It looked a bit like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down Abell 68. It seemed just like blackness.
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 24-hour 007 marathon.