As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of world hunger 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 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 71 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked exactly like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 3812. It appeared to be a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for B 141 in Sculptor. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified Abell 6. It seemed just like a cantilever bra. Next, I helped a beginner find Abell 68 in Pisces Austrinus. It reminded me of a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see IC 3167. It reminded me of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 1326 in Serpens. It was a dead ringer for George W. Bush. Next, I found NGC 283. It seemed almost a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I tried Abell 56. It appeared to be a spider.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).