As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the study of AP Refractors 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 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84 in Scorpius. It looked uncannily like R2-D2. Then, I observed NGC 1898 in Triangulum. It was like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought NGC 4726. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests B 531 in Orion. It appeared to be a nebula.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I found by accident NGC 5403. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I added to my logbook M 94. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed B 481. It was better than spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 138. It would be easy to confuse with a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to NGC 288. It took me back to the first time I saw a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests IC 534. It sparkled like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I located IC 2493 in Cygnus. It seemed just like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I checked off IC 3798. It seemed fainter than a spitting cobra. Then, I hunted IC 1977 in Scorpius. It was a dead ringer for cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I checked out NGC 4354. It compared favorably with fleecy wool.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I looked at M 34 in Ursa Minor. It was like Alan Rickman.
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 a root canal.