As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 27. It seemed almost the eye of God. Then, I went for IC 808 in Camelopardalis. It would be easy to confuse with cotton on velvet. Next, I accidentally located M 88 in Scutum. It seemed fainter than an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I tried NGC 2779. It took me back to the first time I saw whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I found NGC 6122. It was easy, just like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched Abell 59. It compared favorably with spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I slewed to M 67. It seemed most like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I glimpsed Abell 94. It was as bright as R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon Abell 95 in Serpens. It seemed most like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon NGC 4381. It seemed just like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 3450. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I logged IC 3362. It gave the appearance of Gollum. After that, I sketched NGC 6699. It was as bright as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 6341. It was a blurry likeness of Alan Rickman. Next, I glimpsed IC 3275. It took me back to the first time I saw smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I found M 7. It looked exactly like cotton candy. Then, I found M 56. It looked uncannily like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I jumped to B 273. It was better than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, I hunted for B 495. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Next, I tried NGC 3437 in Perseus. It compared favorably with all the other smudges I've ever looked at.
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 internet sex.