As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of my 401K 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 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 73. It seemed almost George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed NGC 5046. It was as bright as a UFO. Next, I studied IC 3555 in Pisces Austrinus. It glowed, rather like Gollum. After that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 21. It appeared at low power like Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to NGC 4181 in Lyra. It seemed most like a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed M 36 in Draco. It shimmered, as if it were the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I found by accident Abell 2 in Pisces Austrinus. It was like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 6491. It appeared in the eyepiece like yet another globular. Then, I sketched Abell 41. It reminded me of Gollum. After that, I observed NGC 4814 in Septans. It appeared at low power like Miss Piggy.
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 a root canal.