As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the inner workings of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 46. It was even more difficult than a waterfall.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I looked at M 83. It seemed almost the pillars of creation. Then, I sketched Abell 29. It was as bright as dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for B 163. It looked a bit like its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I tried for B 200. It somewhat resembled the eye of God. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 4553 in Serpens. It compared favorably with a whale spouting. Next, I had a chance to see M 42 in Serpens. It appeared at low power like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 921. It was like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to B 243. It reminded me of a spitting cobra.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I star-hopped to Abell 19 in Scorpius. It was as bright as the pillars of creation.
After a short break to check my email, I studied NGC 1484 in Lyra. It looked uncannily like R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 19. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I accidentally located NGC 512. It was better than cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see M 47. It glowed, rather like the pillars of creation.
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 a poetry reading marathon.