As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the deep impact of world hunger 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 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 88. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I glimpsed Abell 96. It looked like a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I helped a beginner find M 73. It seemed just like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests Abell 18. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 58. It seemed almost ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 5073 in Lynx. It seemed just like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at Abell 92 in Antlia. It shimmered, as if it were a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I sought Abell 76. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. After that, I helped a beginner find IC 3732. It shimmered, as if it were an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon IC 1855. It reminded me of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 73. It was a blurry likeness of Miss Piggy. After that, I studied Abell 67. It appeared as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I showed some guests M 99. It was like cotton candy.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I sought NGC 6186 in the western sky. It compared favorably with an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I accidentally located M 92. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched M 88. It was like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for Abell 15. It was easy, just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I identified M 11 in Lynx. It was like Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to chat, I found Abell 7. It appeared at low power like dancing elephants.
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.