As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the insignificance of economic theory as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 2 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 57 in Cygnus. It seemed almost all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, I checked off IC 1926 in Lyra. It would be easy to confuse with 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I observed B 536. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I tried Abell 31. It seemed just like a cantilever bra.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I logged B 249 in Canis Major. It seemed most like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted M 110 in Hydra. It sparkled like a spitting cobra.
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.