As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 29 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 99 in Antlia. It looked exactly like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 62. It gave the appearance of black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I jumped to IC 704 in Antlia. It looked a bit like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I jumped to NGC 3749. It reminded me of R2-D2.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I looked for and suspected M 66. It seemed just like the face of God. Next, I added to my logbook NGC 5098. It looked like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After that, I sketched Abell 1 in Lyra. It was a dead ringer for a smoke ring. Then, I went for Abell 61. It sparkled like fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I hunted Abell 3. It was easy, just like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out M 13. It sparkled like Miss Piggy.
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 ravaged by savage wild wombats.