As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the deep impact of world hunger 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 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76. It looked a bit like the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to NGC 2966. It looked like an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I looked at B 361. It seemed almost dancing elephants. Next, I slewed to M 107 in Scorpius. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed NGC 1166. It was a blurry likeness of ripples of water. Next, I hunted NGC 3128. It was even more difficult than the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I hunted for Abell 93 in Lyra. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 159. It seemed just like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off Abell 5. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 1519. It seemed just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched NGC 4894 in Hydra. It was as bright as black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located M 64. It appeared to be a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 18. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton on velvet. Then, I had a chance to see M 94. It appeared as a waterfall.
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 a root canal.