As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of economic theory 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 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104. It compared favorably with two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I hunted NGC 3729. It gave the appearance of whipped cream.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I found by accident M 56 in Scorpius. It seemed most like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook B 370. It somewhat resembled diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 32. It was better than dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 6837. It seemed almost a spitting cobra. Next, I observed Abell 82. It looked a bit like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located IC 3992. It was easy, just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I glimpsed IC 543. It seemed fainter than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I had a chance to see M 31. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I tracked down IC 3432. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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 poetry reading marathon.