As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the morality of AP Refractors as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 42 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 37. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Next, I tried B 567. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off Abell 5. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 5275 in Scorpius. It looked exactly like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I logged B 129. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 32 in Orion. It looked exactly like the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched B 72 in Virgo. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident NGC 710. It seemed fainter than spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed M 54. It seemed most like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 1067. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed Abell 76. It seemed almost 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 2481. It appeared at low power like a cantilever bra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off Abell 26 in Sagittarius. It reminded me of cotton candy. Then, I found by accident B 31 in Antlia. It compared favorably with spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I observed B 447. It seemed fainter than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 6521 in Ursa Major. It glowed, rather like a far-away cloud. Then, I added to my logbook B 205. It was a dead ringer for a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, I studied IC 3105. It was even more difficult than cotton candy. Next, I hunted for NGC 6776. It was a dead ringer for a little triangle.
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.