As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of astrology 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 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 46. It somewhat resembled Miss Piggy. Next, I went for M 26. It would be easy to confuse with the eye of God. Then, I found B 506. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I slewed to B 458. It looked like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I tracked down B 138. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I had a chance to see B 88. It looked a bit like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged Abell 53. It was better than a whale spouting. After that, I located Abell 76. It glowed, rather like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, I found M 8. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I logged B 191. It was a blurry likeness of dancing elephants. Then, I located IC 2159. It was even more difficult than a nebula. With that checked off my list, I found by accident B 244. It seemed most like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I logged IC 852. It sparkled like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook Abell 50. It looked a bit like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I showed some guests IC 1475. It looked uncannily like a spitting cobra.
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 spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.