As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of TAC 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 27 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 81. It was better than a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 85. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 61. It was like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off B 645. It was a blurry likeness of cotton on velvet. Next, I identified B 305. It was as bright as yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched IC 16 in Lepus. It looked exactly like a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to Abell 40 in Hydra. It looked a bit like yet another globular.
After a short break to do some yoga, I tried for Abell 66 in that confusing part of Virgo. It looked like black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I hunted for IC 1248. It shimmered, as if it were one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I observed M 34. It appeared at low power like fleecy wool. Then, I helped a beginner find M 86 in Antlia. It was as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I added to my logbook IC 174. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed Abell 4 in Draco. It seemed just like Dubya.
After a short break to chat, I star-hopped to M 97. It was a dead ringer for the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I sought M 29. It was like a spider. After that, I found M 56. It appeared at low power like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched IC 715. It appeared to be Alan Rickman. After that, I tried B 56. It was even more difficult than cotton candy.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I hunted for IC 1572 in Antlia. It was even more difficult than George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 3088 in Hydra. It was not quite as bright as Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified M 32. It took me back to the first time I saw the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I tried B 35 in Cygnus. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. After that, I located IC 2176. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I checked out M 56. It would be easy to confuse with nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.