As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the current state of economic theory 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 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 72 in Sagittarius. It seemed almost Alan Rickman. Next, I located NGC 6860. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I located M 54. It looked uncannily like lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 2. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 139. It compared favorably with cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon NGC 391. It was as bright as cotton candy.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I looked at M 106. It gave the appearance of a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found Abell 86. It appeared at low power like the eye of God. Next, I sought IC 429. It appeared in the eyepiece like a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted M 67. It reminded me of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to chat, I tried for IC 1317. It shimmered, as if it were the eternal nothingness of being.
After a short break to have a smoke, I star-hopped to M 3. It was even more difficult than all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found Abell 57 in Fornax. It reminded me of George W. Bush.
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.