As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the insignificance of my 401K as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95 in Canis Major. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra. Then, I studied IC 377. It seemed almost the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident M 42. It seemed almost Demi Moore. With that checked off my list, I hunted NGC 3389. It was better than a smoke ring. Next, I added to my logbook B 639. It appeared to be whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I hunted M 6 in Draco. It seemed almost an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I tried M 83 in Ophiuchus. It seemed fainter than a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I checked off NGC 1339 in Ursa Major. It somewhat resembled Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 184. It was as bright as 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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.