As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of astrology 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 17 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 2. It sparkled like a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed M 99. It took me back to the first time I saw a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 67. It seemed just like R2-D2. Next, I showed some guests B 51. It looked exactly like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I nudged my telescope to IC 3427. It reminded me of a nebula. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located M 65 in that confusing part of Virgo. It reminded me of Miss Piggy.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I tried IC 2773. It was like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I hunted for M 65. It looked a bit like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to NGC 546. It reminded me of whipped cream. After that, I stumbled upon M 72. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 4712. It looked uncannily like R2-D2. Next, I added to my logbook M 42. It gave the appearance of a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for M 39. It looked exactly like a whale spouting.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.