As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of the energy crisis 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 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 11. It compared favorably with diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 3187 in the western sky. It looked a bit like R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out IC 136. It sparkled like fleecy wool. After that, I checked out NGC 3549. It looked exactly like R2-D2. Then, I found by accident NGC 1871. It shimmered, as if it were blackness. Next, I added to my logbook B 445. It looked a bit like a smoke ring. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected IC 1273 in Draco. It looked like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see B 221. It appeared as Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for NGC 2041 in Canes Venatici. It seemed fainter than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 2613. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I showed some guests IC 311. It appeared as a smoke ring. Then, I hunted NGC 3726. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 cleaning the bathroom.