As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of economic theory 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 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for B 453. It appeared as diamonds on light grey velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for M 22. It appeared in the eyepiece like the face of God. Then, I accidentally located B 254. It was a dead ringer for a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 5092. It would be easy to confuse with a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off IC 1508. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. Then, I identified IC 3850. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 63 in Lyra. It sparkled like a waterfall. After that, I found Abell 24. It seemed almost the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I star-hopped to IC 642. It appeared at low power like Alan Rickman. Next, I accidentally located IC 3318. It was like Dubya.
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 State of the Union address.