As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the inner workings 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 56 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91. It sparkled like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I helped a beginner find M 93 in Cygnus. It looked a bit like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched B 63. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see NGC 1469. It appeared as whipped cream. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see B 26 in Ursa Minor. It appeared as a nebula. With that checked off my list, I tried NGC 1027. It was even more difficult than Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 76 in Ophiuchus. It was as bright as black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to do some yoga, I logged B 390 in Triangulum. It appeared in the eyepiece like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see B 552. It compared favorably with George W. Bush.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I found by accident M 5. It seemed fainter than cotton on velvet. Next, I hunted for IC 883. It was a dead ringer for nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I checked out M 29. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I logged B 123. It seemed almost all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
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.