As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the study of my life's work 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 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 8. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. Next, I tracked down IC 1409 in Lyra. It seemed most like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 68. It would be easy to confuse with Dubya. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to B 467. It looked exactly like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I tracked down IC 2513 in Pisces Austrinus. It seemed almost desert sand. Then, I logged B 91. It looked exactly like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I glimpsed IC 1063 in Perseus. It somewhat resembled Alan Rickman. Next, I observed NGC 2963. It appeared in the eyepiece like 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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.