As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of the energy crisis as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 102. It compared favorably with a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for Abell 8. It looked like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see Abell 90. It appeared in the eyepiece like Demi Moore. Then, I tracked down Abell 35. It seemed just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I glimpsed NGC 5208. It appeared to be black pearls on flocked paper.
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).