As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of tight underwear 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 12 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 32 in Fornax. It appeared to be an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located B 171. It looked like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I hunted for NGC 6128. It seemed almost nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I looked at Abell 29. It appeared in the eyepiece like the pillars of creation. After that, I glimpsed M 67. It appeared in the eyepiece like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off B 306. It was even more difficult than Gollum. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 406. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. After that, I sought M 21 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed almost diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for NGC 4179 in Scutum. It appeared as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. With that checked off my list, I went for NGC 4505. It looked like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I jumped to B 29. It sparkled like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I located Abell 59. It appeared to be 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 stale peeps.