As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the deep impact of economic theory as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 40 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 61 in Perseus. It appeared in the eyepiece like dancing elephants. Next, I studied IC 885. It seemed just like Smokey the Bear. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed M 55. It compared favorably with cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 99 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked like Smokey the Bear. Then, I had a chance to see Abell 42. It would be easy to confuse with Alan Rickman.
After a short break to walk around, I looked for and suspected NGC 6546. It would be easy to confuse with all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I logged Abell 72. It appeared to be lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I sketched M 56. It glowed, rather like Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I tracked down Abell 89 in Ursa Minor. It looked uncannily like the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 5. It shimmered, as if it were Dubya.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I tracked down NGC 5269 in Orion. It was a dead ringer for two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to M 34. It looked a bit like whipped cream. After that, I went for NGC 4327. It somewhat resembled a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.