As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the higher implications of the energy crisis 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 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 42 in Lyra. It reminded me of Dubya. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at IC 3230. It shimmered, as if it were Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought IC 869. It took me back to the first time I saw a smoke ring. After that, I checked off Abell 66 in Hydra. It seemed fainter than a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 3877. It appeared as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I tried for Abell 69 in Serpens. It compared favorably with a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied NGC 733. It seemed just like desert sand. After that, I stumbled upon M 22. It was a blurry likeness of a little triangle. After that, I sketched B 496. It somewhat resembled a nebula. Then, I slewed to NGC 1452 in Lyra. It reminded me of yet another globular. Then, I located NGC 6926 in Hydra. It looked like the pillars of creation. Then, I slewed to M 28 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was a blurry likeness of the invisible man. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at M 45. It shimmered, as if it were R2-D2. After that, I glimpsed B 635. It reminded me of desert sand. Next, I jumped to Abell 74. It looked like a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 595. It was as bright as diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected M 33. It was a dead ringer for 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 a kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.