As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of AP Refractors 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 49 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 100 in Lyra. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 6895 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was not quite as bright as R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected Abell 15. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I identified B 92. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted IC 2543. It looked exactly like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I sketched B 68. It took me back to the first time I saw a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified NGC 6011. It glowed, rather like a glimmer of the Big Bang. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 9. It was like R2-D2.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I identified Abell 19 in Ursa Minor. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon Abell 37. It gave the appearance of nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted Abell 85. It seemed just like Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at IC 1264. It seemed most like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought NGC 4281. It appeared in the eyepiece like the eye of God. Then, I logged IC 3061. It looked like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 54. It seemed almost a whale spouting. Then, I looked at IC 3531. It was not quite as bright as Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 1028. It was easy, just like yet another globular. Then, I nudged my telescope to Abell 9. It seemed just like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 62. It glowed, rather like black pearls on flocked paper. With that checked off my list, I looked at IC 3161 in Sculptor. It glowed, rather like its Hubble photograph. After that, I found IC 2968 in Gemini. It was easy, just like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I checked off M 13 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. Next, I looked at NGC 6213 in Perseus. It somewhat resembled fleecy wool. Then, I slewed to M 97. It was a dead ringer for the invisible man.
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 kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.