As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current implications of Yahoo P/E ratios 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 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 47. It somewhat resembled a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I slewed to IC 2984. It appeared as diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 99. It was even more difficult than cotton candy.
After a short break to check my email, I stumbled upon B 485 in Ursa Minor. It was even more difficult than the last six objects I'd seen.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I stumbled upon Abell 70. It was like whipped cream. Then, I identified B 85 in Fornax. It appeared in the eyepiece like Alan Rickman.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I hunted IC 3086. It was not quite as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I looked for and suspected B 442. It seemed most like cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see Abell 74. It was better than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I jumped to IC 520. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I sought IC 3239 in Scorpius. It gave the appearance of cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I observed M 37. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched B 517. It looked uncannily like dancing elephants. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for NGC 2258 in Scutum. It reminded me of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I glimpsed NGC 4756. It was even more difficult than Miss Piggy. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 26 in Canes Venatici. It was a blurry likeness of a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find Abell 70. It was better than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I checked out B 100. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried M 20. It looked like Demi Moore. After that, I slewed to Abell 90. It somewhat resembled a spider. Then, I sketched B 295 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed most like a whale spouting.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.