As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of my life's work 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 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It was a dead ringer for nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I accidentally located M 104. It compared favorably with Gollum. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see M 11. It appeared to be Santa Claus. Then, I glimpsed Abell 54. It appeared at low power like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I observed M 109. It seemed just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I observed NGC 3049 in Scutum. It seemed most like Miss Piggy.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.