As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of Dilbert as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 110. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident B 318. It gave the appearance of blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to B 585. It looked a bit like its Hubble photograph. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified Abell 98. It appeared at low power like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted M 15. It looked uncannily like Gollum. With that checked off my list, I jumped to M 100 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I accidentally located M 38. It was like whipped cream.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I sought Abell 3 in the western sky. It shimmered, as if it were whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to B 526. It was like the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 3280 in Virgo. It reminded me of Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 111. It took me back to the first time I saw whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at IC 519. It seemed most like spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find B 45. It would be easy to confuse with a cantilever bra. Next, I checked out M 92. It was even more difficult than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 73. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied B 92 in that confusing part of Virgo. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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 taking an elevator during a Stage 3 alert.