As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of economic theory as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 55 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 30. It was like a waterfall. Next, I stumbled upon Abell 73 in Ursa Major. It compared favorably with a UFO. After that, I jumped to M 37. It appeared in the eyepiece like Alan Rickman. Then, I went for Abell 79. It reminded me of Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 4378. It appeared to be cotton candy. After that, I looked for and suspected M 74 in Scutum. It seemed just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 424. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. Then, I went for IC 625. It looked like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I studied IC 2715. It seemed fainter than Miss Piggy. After that, I stumbled upon IC 1869. It was as bright as whipped cream. Next, I checked out IC 1254. It was even more difficult than R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected Abell 17 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was not quite as bright as Dubya. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out B 582 in Sculptor. It was a dead ringer for the face of God.
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 a 24-hour 007 marathon.