As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the energy crisis as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 20. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified B 521. It was even more difficult than black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I observed NGC 6746 in Virgo. It seemed almost Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down NGC 5023. It appeared at low power like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 3341. It was a blurry likeness of its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 77. It glowed, rather like a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to M 62 in Lynx. It was a blurry likeness of dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for IC 1646 in Gemini. It appeared in the eyepiece like ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for Abell 87. It was like a cantilever bra. Next, I found by accident IC 390. It looked uncannily like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 4925. It was easy, just like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find B 353 in Lyra. It seemed fainter than diamonds on light grey velvet. After that, I went for NGC 2116. It reminded me of desert sand.
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 cleaning the bathroom.