As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the current state of Dilbert as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 108 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked uncannily like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 22. It looked exactly like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for M 31. It appeared as lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out B 133. It looked uncannily like cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off NGC 4404. It looked exactly like cotton candy. Then, I showed some guests B 19 in Antlia. It was as bright as desert sand. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to B 199 in Lepus. It somewhat resembled an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 3547 in Canes Venatici. It was better than whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.