As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 109. It was even more difficult than all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected M 2. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 604 in Ursa Major. It seemed most like blackness. Then, I glimpsed IC 2795 in Virgo. It seemed just like cotton candy.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I hunted IC 2579. It reminded me of cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook B 113. It was easy, just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
After a short break to chat, I tried for B 550 in Corvus. It was as bright as Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 93. It was even more difficult than nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 1060. It seemed almost Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I had a chance to see M 46. It was a dead ringer for a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.