As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of Doonsbury as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 85. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. Next, I looked for and suspected Abell 35. It was a blurry likeness of an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I located Abell 8. It would be easy to confuse with a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to NGC 3754. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I located Abell 96. It was like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I glimpsed Abell 59 in Orion. It was not quite as bright as 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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.