As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the energy crisis 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 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 67. It was a blurry likeness of desert sand. After that, I tried for NGC 2163 in Lyra. It seemed fainter than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched NGC 2553 in Serpens. It looked exactly like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to IC 441. It seemed just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner).
After a short break to check my email, I went for Abell 70 in Draco. It was even more difficult than the clouds I'd seen earlier. After that, I tried Abell 71. It looked a bit like whipped cream. Next, I accidentally located IC 3273. It somewhat resembled a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I checked out B 52. It was like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 27. It seemed just like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied IC 2659. It seemed almost cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests Abell 83. It seemed almost desert sand.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I looked for and suspected Abell 43. It took me back to the first time I saw Demi Moore. Then, I observed Abell 45. It seemed most like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I studied Abell 67. It seemed fainter than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified B 402. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried IC 2112. It was a blurry likeness of Smokey the Bear.
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.