As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the insignificance of economic theory 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 36 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26. It was a blurry likeness of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried M 80. It took me back to the first time I saw a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched IC 3461. It was easy, just like the eye of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 7. It seemed most like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I helped a beginner find IC 3698. It was like ripples of water. After that, I slewed to M 50. It was a dead ringer for one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected M 4. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. Next, I logged IC 742. It was even more difficult than desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3807. It glowed, rather like spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 3192. It appeared to be the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I hunted for NGC 4499 in Pisces Austrinus. It reminded me of that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I stumbled upon B 620 in Hydra. It shimmered, as if it were 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged B 178. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. Next, I studied Abell 30. It reminded me of Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 1793. It was like dancing elephants. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought M 77 in that confusing part of Virgo. It glowed, rather like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 169 in Scutum. It was better than cotton on velvet. With that checked off my list, I observed M 108 in Orion. It reminded me of a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied M 39. It looked like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I checked off IC 1811 in Fornax. It appeared in the eyepiece like the pillars of creation.
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.