As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the study of the energy crisis as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I jumped to B 474. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I went for Abell 2. It seemed just like the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched M 83 in that confusing part of Virgo. It seemed almost a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at IC 38. It was not quite as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
After a short break to chat, I added to my logbook NGC 705. It appeared to be cotton candy. Then, I added to my logbook Abell 42. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to B 358. It was better than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
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 hunting with the Vice President.