As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the current state of my 401K as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 31. It looked uncannily like Santa Claus. Then, I showed some guests M 17. It was not quite as bright as the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 67. It appeared in the eyepiece like desert sand. Then, I tracked down IC 845. It was better than Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident M 28. It seemed almost the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found M 88. It was as bright as a far-away cloud.
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 sex.