As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of my 401K as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 42 in Hydra. It gave the appearance of a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to IC 1948. It shimmered, as if it were a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 18 in Canes Venatici. It was a dead ringer for its Hubble photograph. Next, I slewed to Abell 92 in Hydra. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I looked at IC 502 in Cygnus. It gave the appearance of spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I identified NGC 857. It was a blurry likeness of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I showed some guests IC 2250. It was a dead ringer for a little triangle. Next, I logged Abell 84 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was a blurry likeness of a nebula.
After a short break to chat, I sketched NGC 2708. It would be easy to confuse with spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched IC 889. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook Abell 68. It seemed fainter than a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified NGC 3843 in Ophiuchus. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. Next, I checked off NGC 41 in Ursa Major. It was like blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see Abell 13. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 1288. It was better than a smoke ring.
After a short break to check my email, I had a chance to see M 88 in Antlia. It glowed, rather like a glimmer of the Big Bang. With that checked off my list, I observed M 49. It gave the appearance of cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 79. It would be easy to confuse with lumpy darkness. Next, I tracked down Abell 55. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I sketched B 530. It was even more difficult than ripples of water. Then, I showed some guests Abell 5. It seemed just like diamonds on light grey velvet.
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 24-hour 007 marathon.