As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the popularity of Dilbert as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 34 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It was like the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 88. It was a dead ringer for black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I found by accident M 14. It appeared to be Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I observed Abell 12. It seemed fainter than the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I went for M 33 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was a blurry likeness of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon B 439. It was as bright as a spider. Then, I showed some guests IC 3261 in Scorpius. It appeared to be Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched B 73. It seemed just like a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 2. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I looked at NGC 3617 in Perseus. It glowed, rather like diamonds on black velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 48. It was easy, just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find NGC 610. It reminded me of all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I found by accident IC 1330. It was even more difficult than cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for IC 2378. It was a blurry likeness of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I stumbled upon Abell 8. It appeared at low power like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found Abell 78. It was a dead ringer for a spitting cobra.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I tracked down NGC 5653. It somewhat resembled smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located NGC 6562. It glowed, rather like a smoke ring. Next, I hunted B 299 in Lynx. It was easy, just like Dubya. After that, I studied B 304. It was as bright as the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests Abell 8. It was as bright as the face of God. Then, I hunted Abell 24 in Sagittarius. It glowed, rather like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for Abell 6. It was better than yet another globular.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I sought Abell 50. It appeared to be a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
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.