As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications 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 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 20 in Septans. It glowed, rather like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I located M 36 in the western sky. It seemed fainter than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at B 216. It was as bright as Gollum.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I identified Abell 86. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for Abell 83 in Canes Venatici. It seemed fainter than cream being swirled into hot coffee.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I jumped to NGC 3789 in Virgo. It somewhat resembled the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I found B 243. It was a dead ringer for George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected B 43. It seemed most like a spitting cobra. After that, I tracked down B 642 in Fornax. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Then, I sketched IC 3645. It looked uncannily like yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook M 53 in Ursa Major. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I tried Abell 10 in Serpens. It was not quite as bright as cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed Abell 70. It was easy, just like R2-D2. Then, I tracked down Abell 79. It was as bright as nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I hunted for Abell 32. It gave the appearance of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident M 52 in Orion. It was like a spitting cobra. Then, I located NGC 403. It looked exactly like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I added to my logbook Abell 92. It appeared as a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down Abell 76. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I looked at IC 3299. It seemed almost 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 day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.