As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of economic theory as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 56 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 51 in Scutum. It was better than a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 18. It shimmered, as if it were a UFO. After that, I showed some guests M 21. It was as bright as a little triangle. Next, I sought B 563 in Orion. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants. After that, I checked out M 100 in Sagittarius. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. After that, I went for NGC 6683. It appeared to be that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out B 649. It reminded me of ripples of water. Next, I checked out NGC 2651. It was like Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to NGC 3479 in Virgo. It would be easy to confuse with a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 5099. It looked like the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find M 45. It was as bright as dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed Abell 69. It appeared to be cotton candy. Then, I hunted IC 2198. It seemed just like lumpy darkness. Then, I sketched M 98 in Antlia. It looked a bit like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 9. It was easy, just like an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to IC 3287. It seemed fainter than an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find Abell 79. It compared favorably with that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to NGC 2852. It appeared as cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests NGC 947. It was even more difficult than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I checked off M 83. It reminded me of a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 2470 in Septans. It somewhat resembled blackness.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I hunted Abell 49. It looked like black pearls on flocked paper.
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 phone sex.