As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep impact of AP Refractors as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 67. It appeared as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I added to my logbook Abell 16. It sparkled like diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I studied B 292. It was even more difficult than a smoke ring.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I checked out B 83. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to M 85. It appeared to be nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 36. It looked like desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 6856. It looked like George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 515. It appeared at low power like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I hunted IC 734. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. Next, I showed some guests Abell 88. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. Then, I showed some guests IC 2988. It was a blurry likeness of cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected NGC 5567. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.