As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the higher implications of cosmology as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91. It was not quite as bright as a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon B 546. It appeared at low power like yet another globular.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I glimpsed B 211. It reminded me of a nebula. Next, I tracked down Abell 56. It was a blurry likeness of Santa Claus.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I observed IC 658. It appeared as a swarm of bees. Next, I helped a beginner find M 46 in Corvus. It was not quite as bright as fleecy wool. Then, I stumbled upon NGC 271. It appeared to be diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 2304. It reminded me of Alan Rickman.
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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.