As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the current implications of AP Refractors 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 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 62 in Serpens. It appeared to be a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook B 368. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud. After that, I sketched IC 3213. It was as bright as the face of God. After that, I sketched M 32. It seemed almost Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 2322. It looked a bit like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for NGC 1173 in Sagittarius. It appeared in the eyepiece like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I checked out M 46. It was better than the invisible man. Then, I added to my logbook M 79. It took me back to the first time I saw dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out IC 2090. It was even more difficult than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found NGC 904 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was better than smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at IC 415 in Serpens. It was better than ripples of water.
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 sex.