As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the higher implications of economic theory as I contemplated the past week of rain. 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 93. It looked like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 58. It seemed most like Miss Piggy. Then, I glimpsed IC 3238 in Perseus. It glowed, rather like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I hunted for M 44 in Virgo. It looked uncannily like diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I located IC 1937. It sparkled like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 974. It was a dead ringer for a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I accidentally located B 176. It was like Demi Moore.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I checked out M 14. It seemed most like cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 469. It somewhat resembled the pillars of creation. Next, I found by accident IC 3472. It was better than a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon M 46 in Sculptor. It glowed, rather like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down IC 636. It seemed fainter than a spider. With that checked off my list, I found M 98 in Canes Venatici. It looked like a nebula. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed IC 2112. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 244. It looked a bit like Gollum. After that, I sketched IC 28. It appeared to be fleecy wool. Next, I identified B 103. It looked a bit like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to have a smoke, I checked out NGC 1554. It appeared as black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I hunted for NGC 6993. It reminded me of George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried NGC 3313 in Lepus. It seemed fainter than whipped cream.
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 observing reports.