As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the inner workings of AP Refractors 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 56 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 82. It gave the appearance of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I checked off B 252 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared as a waterfall. After that, I logged B 222. It was even more difficult than dancing elephants. After that, I found by accident B 105. It appeared at low power like a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I hunted NGC 2269. It seemed fainter than a UFO.
After a short break to do some yoga, I went for M 14. It was a dead ringer for two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 60. It was even more difficult than the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, I checked out Abell 5 in Canis Major. It seemed fainter than fleecy wool. Next, I identified B 543. It looked uncannily like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I hunted for IC 2089. It reminded me of fleecy wool. After that, I hunted M 44 in Ophiuchus. It shimmered, as if it were yet another globular. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried Abell 24. It was not quite as bright as spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 11. It seemed most like blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 95. It seemed most like a cantilever bra.
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.