As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the popularity of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 71. It was even more difficult than Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for Abell 95. It seemed most like fleecy wool. After that, I had a chance to see M 65. It compared favorably with a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find B 216. It was easy, just like whipped cream.
After a short break to have a smoke, I added to my logbook B 295. It looked uncannily like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see Abell 28. It somewhat resembled cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon Abell 82. It was a blurry likeness of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed M 44 in Pisces Austrinus. It glowed, rather like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to M 56. It compared favorably with George W. Bush.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I accidentally located NGC 3332 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It compared favorably with a swarm of bees. Next, I looked at IC 1141. It was as bright as that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, I looked for and suspected B 103 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was like a UFO.
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.