As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Yahoo P/E ratios 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 27. It reminded me of a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests NGC 3134. It was like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 54. It took me back to the first time I saw a waterfall. Next, I helped a beginner find Abell 20. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 50. It reminded me of cotton candy. Then, I jumped to M 61. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. Then, I hunted for IC 1686. It shimmered, as if it were George W. Bush.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I slewed to Abell 23. It was not quite as bright as whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 a hot poker rammed up your nose.