As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of world hunger 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 29 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 10 in Ursa Major. It was a dead ringer for spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I studied Abell 41. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests NGC 2778. It appeared to be dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I tried B 281. It was like George W. Bush. After that, I tried IC 3990. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon B 616 in Antlia. It was even more difficult than a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried IC 1476. It gave the appearance of its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 2281 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like desert sand. After that, I went for IC 2153 in Serpens. It seemed most like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I checked off M 94. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted M 14. It seemed fainter than cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 240. It would be easy to confuse with its Hubble photograph. Then, I checked off Abell 76 in Sculptor. It was a blurry likeness of a smoke ring. After that, I studied IC 308 in Perseus. It looked uncannily like a smoke ring. Next, I slewed to Abell 57. It looked exactly like cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook B 646. It looked like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I studied IC 476 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked uncannily like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, I sought NGC 4276. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I identified M 35. It looked like Santa Claus.
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.