As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the current state 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 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72. It appeared to be Santa Claus. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 168 in Ophiuchus. It was a dead ringer for Alan Rickman.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I jumped to B 614. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. Next, I showed some guests IC 617. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I logged M 72 in Orion. It was a dead ringer for smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I identified M 12. It glowed, rather like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched Abell 79 in Pisces Austrinus. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 245. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. Then, I looked at B 193. It was easy, just like fleecy wool. After that, I hunted IC 578. It seemed just like a swarm of bees.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I accidentally located B 145. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I tried for B 110 in Septans. It was easy, just like a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 2130. It was easy, just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 790. It took me back to the first time I saw diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I showed some guests B 114. It gave the appearance of Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to NGC 2184 in that confusing part of Virgo. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph. Next, I added to my logbook B 625 in Gemini. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 6. It appeared in the eyepiece like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. With that checked off my list, I observed Abell 20 in Canis Major. It somewhat resembled Dubya.
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 stacking 400 Mars images by hand.