As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the current state of Dilbert 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 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104 in Canes Venatici. It was like dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I tracked down M 102. It seemed almost 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I slewed to B 87. It seemed just like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 90 in Canis Major. It seemed just like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I studied IC 3844 in Ursa Minor. It compared favorably with its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 56. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 38. It looked uncannily like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at B 447. It looked like yet another globular.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I slewed to Abell 28 in Triangulum. It was like dancing elephants. After that, I found Abell 80 in Corvus. It gave the appearance of ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for M 85. It was as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.