As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the current state of my life's work 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 22 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 96 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I found B 368. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 198. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I hunted IC 871. It seemed most like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see B 65 in Fornax. It was as bright as that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 156. It was like ripples of water. Next, I accidentally located M 13. It seemed just like the invisible man.
After a short break to check my email, I looked at IC 326 in Lepus. It was even more difficult than cotton candy.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I checked out IC 2708 in Fornax. It gave the appearance of fleecy wool. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 3025. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 45. It took me back to the first time I saw a waterfall. Then, I sought B 350 in Triangulum. It seemed fainter than the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I found by accident Abell 74 in Ursa Minor. It looked uncannily like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 2135 in Canis Major. It appeared at low power like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon M 44. It took me back to the first time I saw diamonds on light grey velvet.
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 stale peeps.