As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of Doonsbury as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 46 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 4. It reminded me of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 81 in Cygnus. It looked like the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I observed Abell 78 in Virgo. It shimmered, as if it were a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I added to my logbook B 278. It sparkled like cotton candy. After that, I tried for IC 2178. It appeared in the eyepiece like dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to B 501. It looked like a far-away cloud. Then, I helped a beginner find NGC 2360 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed almost a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected Abell 98. It was a blurry likeness of Alan Rickman. Then, I looked for and suspected NGC 2401 in Sculptor. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. After that, I identified Abell 28 in Antlia. It compared favorably with Santa Claus. Next, I looked for and suspected IC 2452. It reminded me of George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook Abell 37 in Scutum. It appeared to be black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I located NGC 5836 in Draco. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 31. It somewhat resembled dancing elephants. Then, I located M 75. It looked uncannily like a waterfall.
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 a root canal.