As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the deep impact of Plato's Republic as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 36 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 105. It was a dead ringer for cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 98. It was better than diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I studied B 213. It looked a bit like lumpy darkness.
After a short break to have a smoke, I had a chance to see Abell 89. It appeared in the eyepiece like ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I sought IC 433 in Ophiuchus. It compared favorably with a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought M 95. It was as bright as all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I tracked down NGC 1603. It took me back to the first time I saw the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I nudged my telescope to B 644 in Ursa Minor. It was easy, just like whipped cream. Next, I sketched B 228. It reminded me of Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out IC 2102. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I star-hopped to Abell 36. It appeared in the eyepiece like a swarm of bees. After that, I showed some guests B 542. It shimmered, as if it were smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I slewed to M 48. It looked exactly like a cantilever bra. Next, I showed some guests Abell 3 in Virgo. It appeared in the eyepiece like Santa Claus.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I went for IC 970. It was a blurry likeness of R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 416 in Lyra. It compared favorably with the invisible man. Then, I found B 481. It took me back to the first time I saw a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected IC 1050 in Fornax. It was a dead ringer for diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 45 in the western sky. It was not quite as bright as R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find IC 1608. It reminded me of cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook Abell 81. It was like the pillars of creation.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I located B 162. It was even more difficult than fleecy wool.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.