As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of the universe 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 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 23. It looked a bit like a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I logged IC 2358 in Triangulum. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook IC 2332. It was a dead ringer for a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I tried IC 3737. It was as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 1110. It somewhat resembled the invisible man.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I located M 54. It seemed fainter than Demi Moore.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I identified IC 1377. It glowed, rather like George W. Bush. Next, I looked for and suspected B 324. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook Abell 96. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I found IC 761. It was a dead ringer for a waterfall. Next, I jumped to Abell 93. It compared favorably with fleecy wool. After that, I checked out Abell 32. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra.
After a short break to have a smoke, I jumped to Abell 10. It was not quite as bright as desert sand.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I identified NGC 1370. It seemed fainter than dancing elephants. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 82. It seemed most like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
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 sex.