As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the inner workings of economic theory as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 33 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 105. It appeared as whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I found IC 3169 in Antlia. It was easy, just like a little triangle.
After a short break to check my email, I added to my logbook NGC 937. It somewhat resembled desert sand. Next, I showed some guests IC 1978. It shimmered, as if it were black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I looked at IC 1036. It compared favorably with a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out IC 815 in Perseus. It was easy, just like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see Abell 8 in Camelopardalis. It compared favorably with desert sand.
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 internet sex.