As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of cosmology as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 87 in Gemini. It would be easy to confuse with a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I identified M 54 in Triangulum. It was even more difficult than a spider. Then, I found NGC 2720. It was like a whale spouting. After that, I identified Abell 19 in Virgo. It reminded me of a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed Abell 54. It seemed just like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see NGC 619. It would be easy to confuse with an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I checked off M 70 in Sculptor. It would be easy to confuse with an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. After that, I checked out IC 1581. It was not quite as bright as a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 1740. It appeared to be whipped cream. Then, I observed Abell 27 in Cygnus. It was a blurry likeness of a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 3587. It looked a bit like a nebula.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.