As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 21. It looked exactly like a swarm of bees. After that, I identified Abell 42 in Camelopardalis. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 71. It appeared as the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I found by accident B 77. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness.
After a short break to chat, I studied M 88 in Camelopardalis. It appeared as a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 2653. It looked like blackness.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I tried B 414. It seemed just like diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I tracked down NGC 1514 in Hydra. It seemed fainter than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I hunted M 78. It appeared to be the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I accidentally located B 310 in Fornax. It looked exactly like nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.