As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of Doonsbury 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 32 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 84 in the western sky. It appeared as diamonds on black velvet. After that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 1674 in Lepus. It reminded me of the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 52 in Lyra. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. Next, I added to my logbook M 10 in Ophiuchus. It was not quite as bright as Smokey the Bear. Next, I tracked down NGC 5870. It appeared in the eyepiece like fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I checked out B 606 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was a blurry likeness of Gollum. After that, I tried for Abell 85. It seemed most like Dubya. After that, I looked at B 182. It looked like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 2938. It seemed most like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I star-hopped to M 41. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. Then, I logged IC 2359 in that confusing part of Virgo. It looked like a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 91. It would be easy to confuse with Gollum. Next, I sought NGC 5307 in Virgo. It appeared as fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for IC 2684. It looked uncannily like lumpy darkness. After that, I jumped to NGC 2229. It was as bright as a smoke ring. Next, I helped a beginner find IC 773 in Lynx. It looked like cotton candy. After that, I found by accident B 552. It appeared at low power like lumpy darkness. Next, I studied IC 2607 in Virgo. It looked exactly like blackness. After that, I found by accident B 565. It was even more difficult than dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched B 390. It compared favorably with the face of God.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.