As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the inner workings of my 401K as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 32 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 4 in Corvus. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 76. It looked like Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for M 33 in Sagittarius. It looked exactly like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I checked out B 277. It took me back to the first time I saw a spitting cobra. Then, I added to my logbook IC 2868. It was better than a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I located Abell 44. It was not quite as bright as a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to B 224. It appeared at low power like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I went for M 101. It seemed most like the face of God. After that, I sought Abell 32 in Canes Venatici. It compared favorably with the pillars of creation.
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 phone sex.