As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Norse mythology 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 59 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 29. It was even more difficult than blackness. Next, I showed some guests B 6. It appeared in the eyepiece like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down M 88. It shimmered, as if it were Demi Moore. Then, I located M 109 in Triangulum. It compared favorably with all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed NGC 6020. It was a blurry likeness of the eye of God. After that, I found Abell 45. It glowed, rather like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 11 in Lyra. It seemed most like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook NGC 1908. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 280. It seemed just like dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to M 82. It gave the appearance of ripples of water.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.