As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of cosmology 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 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95. It was a dead ringer for cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I jumped to B 235. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra. After that, I sketched Abell 90. It seemed almost cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I observed Abell 65. It was better than Dubya. After that, I looked at IC 1387. It seemed fainter than a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 3146. It compared favorably with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 89. It reminded me of R2-D2.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I sought B 453. It looked like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 1447. It was better than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 93 in Camelopardalis. It shimmered, as if it were Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 90 in Perseus. It looked like a little triangle. Next, I star-hopped to NGC 5823 in Canes Venatici. It seemed fainter than black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I observed Abell 63. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to do some yoga, I tried for IC 3456 in Perseus. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. After that, I stumbled upon B 544. It took me back to the first time I saw yet another globular. Then, I sketched NGC 2430. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted B 283. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I tracked down M 81. It was a blurry likeness of blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 4464. It reminded me of Demi Moore.
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 reading observing reports.