As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the current state of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91. It sparkled like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 12. It glowed, rather like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 316 in Orion. It compared favorably with cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 1585. It was even more difficult than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I jumped to B 171 in Scorpius. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. Then, I glimpsed NGC 3343 in Sagittarius. It was easy, just like fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I studied M 69. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to chat, I accidentally located IC 1812. It was even more difficult than cotton on velvet.
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 ebola.