As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of my life's work 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 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 64. It was not quite as bright as black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed NGC 2761. It sparkled like cotton candy. Then, I hunted for M 54. It was like lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 76. It appeared at low power like Dubya.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I tried Abell 82 in Camelopardalis. It shimmered, as if it were Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 1505. It appeared at low power like Demi Moore. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted Abell 46. It appeared as Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at M 36 in Perseus. It seemed most like the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 49 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It would be easy to confuse with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I sought IC 2750 in Lepus. It took me back to the first time I saw smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 68. It compared favorably with the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out B 163. It looked like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down Abell 51. It appeared to be cotton candy. After that, I stumbled upon NGC 6994. It looked exactly like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I located M 82. It appeared at low power like yet another globular. Then, I sought IC 2687. It was even more difficult than a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located B 612 in Antlia. It took me back to the first time I saw a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 8. It compared favorably with whipped cream. Next, I star-hopped to B 566 in Sagittarius. It reminded me of the face of God. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 99 in Cygnus. It appeared in the eyepiece like a little triangle. After that, I looked for and suspected M 57. It appeared as whipped cream. Next, I observed NGC 5646. It sparkled like Miss Piggy.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.