As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of economic theory as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It was even more difficult than nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I found by accident Abell 1. It gave the appearance of the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I jumped to B 565 in Ophiuchus. It appeared at low power like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I logged IC 2407 in Camelopardalis. It appeared at low power like dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched IC 1915. It shimmered, as if it were 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I checked off B 646. It was a dead ringer for Alan Rickman. After that, I sketched B 330. It gave the appearance of Demi Moore.
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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.