As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of economic theory as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 18 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 10. It was better than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 536. It was like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 1084 in Ophiuchus. It shimmered, as if it were dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I looked for and suspected NGC 1893. It gave the appearance of a spider. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon NGC 2269 in Lynx. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for B 502. It looked exactly like a swarm of bees.
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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.