As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the higher implications of chaos theory 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 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 43. It was not quite as bright as a spider. After that, I glimpsed B 338. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted NGC 2632 in Lynx. It looked uncannily like blackness. Then, I nudged my telescope to M 40. It appeared as the pillars of creation. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 92. It was not quite as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I checked off IC 1766. It appeared at low power like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged M 75. It was a blurry likeness of a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 27. It looked a bit like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 18. It reminded me of R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to IC 1100. It appeared in the eyepiece like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I tried for Abell 74 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It compared favorably with diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I sketched IC 3146 in Ophiuchus. It glowed, rather like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
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.