As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the popularity of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It was not quite as bright as whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 3324. It was easy, just like diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I located NGC 378. It appeared to be Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 102. It seemed most like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed Abell 65. It was like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I hunted NGC 6946. It appeared in the eyepiece like whipped cream. After that, I added to my logbook IC 1696 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I tried M 21. It shimmered, as if it were ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see IC 2129. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I hunted IC 1390 in Scutum. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to have a smoke, I logged IC 976. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I observed Abell 41. It reminded me of lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 1212. It was not quite as bright as the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for IC 3128. It was as bright as cotton on velvet. After that, I hunted IC 2250. It looked exactly like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I helped a beginner find Abell 80. It shimmered, as if it were George W. Bush. Next, I showed some guests M 24 in Cygnus. It was a dead ringer for spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I sought IC 1327. It seemed just like cotton on velvet.
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.