As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the morality of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 57. It was a dead ringer for a far-away cloud.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I located IC 1713 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It glowed, rather like a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected Abell 28. It compared favorably with a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I slewed to M 108. It took me back to the first time I saw George W. Bush. Then, I looked for and suspected IC 1471. It looked uncannily like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I glimpsed B 590. It shimmered, as if it were a spider. Next, I located M 43. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. Next, I found NGC 5201. It was even more difficult than Gollum. Then, I checked out NGC 1732. It looked like a UFO. Then, I identified IC 1224. It looked a bit like Gollum.
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 phone sex.