My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the popularity of AP Refractors 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 67 in Septans. It seemed just like a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for NGC 5081. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I observed Abell 58. It would be easy to confuse with a waterfall. Next, I accidentally located Abell 23. It shimmered, as if it were a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.

After a short break to walk around, I found NGC 5890. It gave the appearance of a spitting cobra.

After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I checked off Abell 48. It looked like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I showed some guests NGC 6076. It sparkled like lumpy darkness. Next, I checked out M 6. It looked exactly like Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 168 in Orion. It glowed, rather like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I hunted for IC 1555 in Septans. It was easy, just like Miss Piggy. Next, I tried for IC 2760. It gave the appearance of black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I sought B 343 in Septans. It took me back to the first time I saw an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I observed M 81. It was as bright as a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected B 30 in Perseus. It was better than a UFO. After that, I looked at IC 1290. It seemed most like Santa Claus. After that, I located B 602. It was not quite as bright as Santa Claus.

After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I went for M 25. It compared favorably with Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 6334. It was easy, just like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I had a chance to see B 374. It would be easy to confuse with smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I tried IC 3957. It was as bright as dancing elephants. Next, I tried B 87 in Sculptor. It was even more difficult than the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I logged M 61. It was better than spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I glimpsed B 334 in the western sky. It glowed, rather like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I hunted M 91. It reminded me of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.

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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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