As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the popularity of tight underwear as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 32. It looked a bit like desert sand. Next, I checked off NGC 5358. It was not quite as bright as a smoke ring. Next, I sought NGC 2012. It seemed fainter than a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon Abell 99 in the western sky. It appeared as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I went for Abell 77. It was better than spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located B 158. It was a dead ringer for dancing elephants. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to B 454 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared to be cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 65. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I stumbled upon Abell 64 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was even more difficult than the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 6385. It seemed just like cotton candy. Next, I nudged my telescope to M 108. It looked exactly like Demi Moore. Then, I sketched M 37. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra. Then, I logged NGC 2638. It appeared in the eyepiece like Smokey the Bear. With that checked off my list, I looked at M 93. It looked a bit like desert sand. Next, I jumped to IC 683. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched IC 2395. It looked exactly like blackness. After that, I checked off M 73. It glowed, rather like the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I identified B 191. It somewhat resembled a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, I checked out IC 1798. It sparkled like black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 393 in Camelopardalis. It gave the appearance of ripples of water.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.