As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the higher implications of chaos theory as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. 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 50. It appeared at low power like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see B 413 in Scorpius. It was easy, just like a waterfall.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I star-hopped to M 11. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. Then, I stumbled upon Abell 64. It seemed almost a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I showed some guests B 526 in Sagittarius. It looked exactly like George W. Bush.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I went for IC 3393 in that confusing part of Virgo. It somewhat resembled a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 69. It was easy, just like the invisible man.
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 stacking 400 Mars images by hand.