As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the morality of cosmology as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107. It somewhat resembled ripples of water.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I identified B 471. It compared favorably with a spider. After that, I accidentally located Abell 96. It seemed just like a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 19. It was like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I identified B 587. It somewhat resembled Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 5. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down B 625. It was a blurry likeness of fleecy wool.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I jumped to NGC 1930. It would be easy to confuse with a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 2761 in Triangulum. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. Then, I checked off IC 3956. It looked uncannily like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 2051. It somewhat resembled Dubya. Next, I tried for IC 3043 in Triangulum. It took me back to the first time I saw two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 81 in Lynx. It was like 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 stale peeps.