As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of economic theory as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 86. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO. After that, I showed some guests Abell 48. It was as bright as whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 1. It seemed almost two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I sketched NGC 5770 in Serpens. It seemed most like Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted Abell 98. It was easy, just like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I added to my logbook IC 1811. It looked a bit like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I hunted for IC 2361. It gave the appearance of dancing elephants. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed B 117. It reminded me of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 37 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was like Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 411. It appeared as its Hubble photograph. Then, I jumped to Abell 94. It looked like blackness. Then, I identified Abell 54. It seemed most like black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I tracked down B 229 in Corvus. It gave the appearance of dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 515. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident Abell 20. It appeared in the eyepiece like a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook B 33. It took me back to the first time I saw nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I studied NGC 3203 in Sagittarius. It was a dead ringer for dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located NGC 1619. It sparkled like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I had a chance to see NGC 6077. It appeared as lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out NGC 4768. It was easy, just like a little triangle. Next, I found IC 1056 in Lyra. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I tracked down B 142 in Lynx. It was as bright as dancing elephants. Then, I accidentally located NGC 953. It seemed fainter than all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.