As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of the internet 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 35 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 50. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. Then, I looked for and suspected B 451. It would be easy to confuse with the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for B 21. It was like Miss Piggy.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I sketched Abell 88 in Draco. It appeared as the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I looked for and suspected Abell 79 in Triangulum. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra. After that, I located Abell 25 in Virgo. It appeared to be whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to M 90. It reminded me of a spider. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident M 58 in Draco. It looked uncannily like a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to B 248. It took me back to the first time I saw Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I found by accident NGC 4196. It would be easy to confuse with Santa Claus. After that, I checked out M 28 in Septans. It was a dead ringer for cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried IC 414. It reminded me of the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 368. It glowed, rather like 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 listening to the Monkees Box Set.