As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Dilbert as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. 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 2. It was not quite as bright as a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I nudged my telescope to B 374. It seemed most like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, I sought B 645. It was as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I sketched IC 915. It seemed almost a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected Abell 45 in Perseus. It seemed just like a spider. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to B 325. It took me back to the first time I saw R2-D2. Then, I checked off Abell 2. It appeared in the eyepiece like desert sand. Next, I checked out IC 3484 in Scorpius. It shimmered, as if it were that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I found B 106. It looked like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I hunted for NGC 4625 in Ursa Minor. It looked a bit like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I showed some guests Abell 94. It looked a bit like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook NGC 75. It was a blurry likeness of a UFO. Then, I jumped to Abell 62 in Lyra. It reminded me of Demi Moore. Next, I logged NGC 3097. It reminded me of fleecy wool. Next, I found by accident NGC 6993. It would be easy to confuse with a waterfall. After that, I showed some guests B 119 in Sculptor. It sparkled like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to IC 2131. It gave the appearance of diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I looked for and suspected NGC 4486 in Virgo. It appeared at low power like a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 63. It was better than a spider.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.