As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the inner workings of economic theory 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 110 in Ursa Major. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I had a chance to see B 451. It shimmered, as if it were George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 10. It appeared at low power like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 374. It somewhat resembled yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to Abell 13. It was a blurry likeness of a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 26. It reminded me of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I sought IC 33 in Scutum. It seemed fainter than Dubya.
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 sex.