As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69 in Ophiuchus. It looked a bit like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find IC 1626. It was as bright as a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I sought IC 3217. It was like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I checked off B 72 in Sculptor. It was not quite as bright as a swarm of bees.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I studied NGC 2823. It seemed almost a spitting cobra. Next, I tried IC 287. It seemed almost whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I hunted for Abell 25 in Ursa Minor. It was as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I located B 124. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried B 393. It seemed fainter than ripples of water. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located B 125. It was easy, just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I observed NGC 6152. It seemed most like Demi Moore. Then, I accidentally located IC 703. It looked a bit like blackness. Next, I hunted M 104. It was a dead ringer for yet another globular. After that, I added to my logbook NGC 4538 in Ophiuchus. It seemed just like a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 a night out under the stars with people you hate.