As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the study of the energy crisis 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 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 102. It appeared to be Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched B 75. It was as bright as a swarm of bees. After that, I helped a beginner find B 99. It was like the pillars of creation. Next, I located Abell 56. It was even more difficult than a waterfall. Next, I tried IC 1515. It looked uncannily like Gollum. Then, I found by accident Abell 24. It appeared as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 3890. It appeared at low power like diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I looked at Abell 69 in Septans. It looked like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I found by accident NGC 3108 in Sculptor. It was not quite as bright as dancing elephants. Then, I slewed to IC 3232 in Pisces Austrinus. It reminded me of Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon IC 631. It was a blurry likeness of the eye of God. After that, I checked off IC 158. It took me back to the first time I saw Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down M 82. It looked uncannily like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 127. It shimmered, as if it were Smokey the Bear.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.