As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of underwater basket weaving 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 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 9 in Hydra. It gave the appearance of a spider. Then, I observed M 72. It looked exactly like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for B 527 in Scutum. It was a blurry likeness of the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out NGC 1437. It was easy, just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 658. It took me back to the first time I saw the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched NGC 3291. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to do some yoga, I observed NGC 6865. It appeared in the eyepiece like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I located M 26. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool.
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 strapped naked to an anthill.