As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the current implications of economic theory 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 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 44 in Lyra. It shimmered, as if it were Smokey the Bear. Next, I tracked down IC 880. It seemed just like Smokey the Bear. Then, I logged Abell 8 in Camelopardalis. It reminded me of an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I glimpsed M 64. It seemed most like cotton candy. Next, I checked out M 108. It looked a bit like the invisible man.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I glimpsed B 626 in Orion. It appeared in the eyepiece like its Hubble photograph. After that, I stumbled upon B 326. It seemed most like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 44. It appeared in the eyepiece like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down B 238. It looked uncannily like the face of God. Then, I tracked down Abell 48. It was a dead ringer for a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected B 274. It appeared at low power like the eye of God.
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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.