As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the study of the human spirit as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It took me back to the first time I saw a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I observed IC 2699 in Ursa Minor. It seemed just like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 96. It looked a bit like the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 446. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. Then, I tracked down B 166. It seemed just like the face of God. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook IC 1269. It was like desert sand. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests B 526. It appeared in the eyepiece like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I checked off Abell 66 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It reminded me of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 78 in Hydra. It appeared in the eyepiece like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I checked off IC 2135 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It gave the appearance of its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 15 in Perseus. It reminded me of whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 77. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. Then, I slewed to Abell 3. It looked exactly like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I checked out M 5. It seemed fainter than R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 1130. It would be easy to confuse with nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I glimpsed Abell 40. It seemed almost Smokey the Bear.
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.