As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current state of tight underwear 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 46 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 70. It was even more difficult than Alan Rickman. After that, I stumbled upon IC 1063. It reminded me of blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 83 in Orion. It looked like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 480. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore.
After a short break to have a smoke, I showed some guests M 107 in Fornax. It glowed, rather like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5206. It was even more difficult than an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I checked out B 444. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I tried for Abell 12. It shimmered, as if it were a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried NGC 6040. It appeared as whipped cream. After that, I hunted B 366. It sparkled like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I sought NGC 6617. It was like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 412. It somewhat resembled blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to NGC 826 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked uncannily like black pearls on flocked paper.
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.