As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 14 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 58. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 1057. It was better than Dubya. With that checked off my list, I checked out IC 3436. It was as bright as Demi Moore. Next, I located Abell 46 in Septans. It looked uncannily like its Hubble photograph. With that checked off my list, I identified Abell 63 in Lyra. It took me back to the first time I saw black pearls on flocked paper. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 3428. It was as bright as Miss Piggy. Then, I slewed to M 30 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook IC 234 in the western sky. It was as bright as the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 42. It gave the appearance of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I hunted B 149 in Antlia. It looked exactly like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
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 phone sex.