As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning 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 35 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 61 in Triangulum. It glowed, rather like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I logged B 531. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see NGC 572 in Ursa Major. It was like Smokey the Bear. After that, I located NGC 259 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It appeared to be fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged B 112. It would be easy to confuse with Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out NGC 5259. It seemed most like its Hubble photograph. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 225. It gave the appearance of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 202. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied NGC 6659. It sparkled like 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 phone sex.