As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the popularity of Dilbert as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 93. It reminded me of whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for B 413. It appeared to be Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 3342 in Scorpius. It appeared to be a spitting cobra. After that, I logged B 363. It reminded me of the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 94. It was easy, just like a smoke ring. After that, I slewed to IC 2131 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked exactly like Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 67. It was a dead ringer for Demi Moore. Next, I went for B 219. It glowed, rather like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, I observed M 21. It glowed, rather like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I helped a beginner find Abell 58. It was not quite as bright as Gollum.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I accidentally located B 88. It glowed, rather like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I helped a beginner find Abell 5. It seemed fainter than cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 196. It was not quite as bright as Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I stumbled upon IC 3250. It was better than yet another globular.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I nudged my telescope to NGC 1578 in Sculptor. It looked uncannily like Alan Rickman.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.