As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Norse mythology 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 55 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 110 in Sculptor. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I found Abell 39. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I identified B 27. It seemed just like Dubya. Then, I stumbled upon NGC 6285. It seemed most like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to walk around, I stumbled upon B 383 in Lyra. It glowed, rather like a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 2147. It was like a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 2651. It appeared in the eyepiece like cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see NGC 1177 in Orion. It looked uncannily like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, I identified B 627. It seemed almost its Hubble photograph. After that, I glimpsed IC 2558. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 2567 in Fornax. It shimmered, as if it were one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I observed B 44 in Draco. It appeared to be an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I glimpsed M 4. It took me back to the first time I saw the eye of God.
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 State of the Union address.