As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of astrology as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 106. It sparkled like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I accidentally located NGC 430. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. After that, I studied NGC 3213 in Lyra. It seemed most like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I identified M 22. It was a dead ringer for the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I hunted for IC 1956 in Lepus. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I tried for IC 681. It compared favorably with a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 13. It was easy, just like ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 40. It somewhat resembled a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 56. It was a blurry likeness of ripples of water. After that, I helped a beginner find Abell 33. It was a dead ringer for the pillars of creation. Then, I identified M 40 in Sculptor. It appeared in the eyepiece like R2-D2. After that, I found IC 1805. It would be easy to confuse with dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I observed Abell 30. It gave the appearance of a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I found B 395. It sparkled like the eternal nothingness of being.
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 internet sex.