As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Plato's Republic as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 45 in the western sky. It was even more difficult than a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried NGC 1863. It was not quite as bright as the face of God. Then, I helped a beginner find M 18. It compared favorably with cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I sketched IC 1468 in Lepus. It was even more difficult than the face of God. Next, I sought NGC 1841. It reminded me of the pillars of creation. After that, I tracked down Abell 11. It was even more difficult than George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to B 330 in Serpens. It sparkled like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I located B 152. It appeared as whipped cream. After that, I logged IC 3485 in Ophiuchus. It appeared in the eyepiece like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to NGC 6113. It was like Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 275 in Ursa Minor. It sparkled like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I identified B 154. It reminded me of Alan Rickman.
After a short break to do some yoga, I looked at NGC 3246. It sparkled like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.