As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 46 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 79 in Draco. It reminded me of the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 74. It appeared to be the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 468. It was a blurry likeness of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for Abell 22. It was a blurry likeness of a cantilever bra. Next, I identified M 97. It was as bright as all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 6839 in Serpens. It was a blurry likeness of Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 34. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I identified IC 3182. It looked uncannily like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, I studied NGC 3479 in Virgo. It looked a bit like Miss Piggy. Next, I glimpsed IC 3900 in Orion. It sparkled like 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 internet sex.