As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of AP Refractors 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 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 81 in Ophiuchus. It was as bright as a spider.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I tracked down Abell 87 in Canes Venatici. It seemed most like whipped cream. Then, I went for B 61. It would be easy to confuse with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected M 71. It gave the appearance of dancing elephants. Next, I checked off IC 1797 in Ursa Minor. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. After that, I slewed to Abell 81 in Gemini. It seemed just like yet another globular. After that, I checked out IC 2006. It appeared to be a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I sought Abell 69. It seemed just like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I logged M 66. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected NGC 354. It was easy, just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
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 sex.