As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the insignificance of economic theory as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 64. It looked like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I checked out NGC 3769. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman. Next, I added to my logbook IC 2885. It would be easy to confuse with Miss Piggy. Then, I slewed to B 628. It would be easy to confuse with an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I sketched B 361. It was like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I sought NGC 163. It was even more difficult than a waterfall.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).