As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. 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 30. It seemed fainter than a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I checked out IC 3370. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 37 in Draco. It was easy, just like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 103. It was even more difficult than ripples of water. Next, I glimpsed NGC 4801. It appeared as nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located NGC 3149. It would be easy to confuse with blackness.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I hunted for Abell 52. It somewhat resembled an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 5251 in Septans. It looked uncannily like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests Abell 70. It was not quite as bright as Gollum.
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.