As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the deep impact of Yahoo P/E ratios 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 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 36. It looked uncannily like diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 40 in Camelopardalis. It shimmered, as if it were the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located Abell 30. It looked a bit like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed IC 1550. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 95 in Ursa Minor. It somewhat resembled yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon B 296. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I sketched IC 314 in Ursa Minor. It looked exactly like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I jumped to IC 3169. It appeared to be an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to IC 2557 in Antlia. It sparkled 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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.