As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Doonsbury as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 58 in the western sky. It shimmered, as if it were ripples of water. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 1 in Virgo. It glowed, rather like a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found Abell 5. It looked a bit like a nebula. With that checked off my list, I helped a beginner find IC 2861 in Sagittarius. It glowed, rather like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I found NGC 3377 in Ursa Minor. It looked uncannily like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I tried for IC 1222. It seemed most like the invisible man. Next, I had a chance to see B 373 in Scorpius. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I slewed to B 28. It gave the appearance of the invisible man.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I found by accident M 89 in Perseus. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected M 74. It somewhat resembled Miss Piggy.
After a short break to check my email, I added to my logbook Abell 83. It appeared to be black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I accidentally located IC 40. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Next, I looked for and suspected M 7 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of George W. Bush.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.