As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy 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 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 38. It appeared to be spent coals, faintly glowing. With that checked off my list, I sketched B 111 in Orion. It shimmered, as if it were Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 2214. It sparkled like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied NGC 800 in Ursa Major. It was better than a whale spouting.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I checked off NGC 4543 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted IC 1932 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was a blurry likeness of a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied NGC 3747. It was a blurry likeness of a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I went for Abell 46 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked a bit like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon M 66. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for NGC 435 in Lyra. It was like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 296. It seemed just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 101. It was like its Hubble photograph. Then, I looked at IC 3280. It looked uncannily like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down B 191. It sparkled like Demi Moore. After that, I star-hopped to Abell 33 in Septans. It reminded me of a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I logged B 377. It was as bright as the pillars of creation. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted NGC 844. It compared favorably with the eye of God. After that, I looked at IC 945. It was a blurry likeness of a swarm of bees.
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.