As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of this Pale Blue Dot we call home 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 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 37 in Camelopardalis. It seemed fainter than spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 81. It was like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 429. It looked exactly like cotton on velvet.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I went for IC 988 in Ursa Minor. It was like its Hubble photograph. Then, I located M 81 in Septans. It was a dead ringer for a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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.