As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the insignificance of economic theory 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 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 62. It looked like Dubya. Then, I added to my logbook NGC 3165 in Camelopardalis. It was better than all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I had a chance to see M 34. It was as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I studied M 94. It appeared at low power like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I showed some guests IC 226. It was even more difficult than a UFO.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I nudged my telescope to Abell 53. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I tried for M 50. It appeared in the eyepiece like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched B 257 in Ophiuchus. It was even more difficult than the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I accidentally located M 33. It was like a spider. Then, I logged NGC 813. It seemed fainter than a cantilever bra. Then, I hunted for M 22 in Pisces Austrinus. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 38. It appeared as cotton candy. After that, I went for NGC 3947 in Canis Major. It looked a bit like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 5864. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident NGC 3575. It looked like 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 being strapped naked to an anthill.