As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of world hunger 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 22. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. Then, I looked at B 596. It appeared to be lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down B 299. It looked exactly like the clouds I'd seen earlier.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I logged Abell 76. It seemed most like black pearls on flocked paper. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located IC 516 in Lynx. It was a dead ringer for George W. Bush. After that, I identified M 42. It would be easy to confuse with Smokey the Bear. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 2622 in Sagittarius. It looked like cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to NGC 301 in Triangulum. It was not quite as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I helped a beginner find M 17 in Corvus. It sparkled like the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located IC 3989. It was like a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I located B 190 in Ophiuchus. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Then, I found by accident M 70. It was better than a smoke ring. With that checked off my list, I logged IC 2130. It was better than the face of God. Next, I observed Abell 97. It was like a spider. Next, I checked out B 466. It sparkled like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I slewed to IC 3798. It reminded me of cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I tried for NGC 3999. It glowed, rather like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I hunted Abell 6 in Ophiuchus. It seemed almost the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I looked for and suspected M 88. It was not quite as bright as a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
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.