As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the morality of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 28 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 60. It reminded me of a waterfall. After that, I checked out B 165 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was like whipped cream. Then, I studied M 72. It shimmered, as if it were the face of God. Next, I checked out NGC 2967 in Perseus. It appeared to be a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied M 47 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared in the eyepiece like Alan Rickman. Then, I glimpsed NGC 6106. It looked like a cantilever bra. Then, I had a chance to see B 561. It seemed just like yet another globular. Then, I found by accident Abell 99. It compared favorably with all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged M 76. It appeared to be a nebula. Then, I tried for IC 3671 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was not quite as bright as Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I studied M 23 in Triangulum. It appeared as George W. Bush. After that, I stumbled upon Abell 42. It was like its Hubble photograph.
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.