As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the morality of Norse mythology as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75 in Ursa Minor. It shimmered, as if it were Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 6. It would be easy to confuse with diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I studied NGC 343. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I slewed to B 124. It was easy, just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 63. It looked exactly like desert sand.
After a short break to do some yoga, I identified Abell 5. It looked exactly like the invisible man. After that, I looked at Abell 81. It looked uncannily like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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.