As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the study 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 49 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 22. It was better than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I stumbled upon NGC 1361. It looked like yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see B 213 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked a bit like lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 91. It was a blurry likeness of desert sand. After that, I studied M 52 in Ophiuchus. It gave the appearance of a spider.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I added to my logbook B 64 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find NGC 5030. It was not quite as bright as a spider. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to B 537. It was not quite as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I stumbled upon M 68. It seemed fainter than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook M 33. It gave the appearance of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I found by accident NGC 2521. It was even more difficult than lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I found NGC 6109. It was not quite as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I studied IC 1502. It appeared to be cotton candy.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I hunted M 58. It was like the invisible man.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I hunted M 92 in Lynx. It was easy, just like a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched Abell 94. It seemed most like the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 295. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I looked at M 102. It seemed most like George W. Bush.
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 phone sex.