As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy 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 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 97 in Cygnus. It was not quite as bright as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I looked at NGC 3993. It appeared in the eyepiece like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I showed some guests NGC 6448. It looked exactly like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at B 88. It was like Demi Moore. After that, I tried for B 519. It was even more difficult than R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought Abell 12 in Sculptor. It looked uncannily like the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought IC 3903. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I logged B 277. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. After that, I added to my logbook M 10. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried NGC 3839. It appeared at low power like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found NGC 6297. It was like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, I found by accident IC 631. It was as bright as lumpy darkness. After that, I jumped to B 227. It seemed just like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed NGC 1868. It was easy, just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 64 in Septans. It gave the appearance of diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried IC 3322 in Perseus. It seemed just like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I located B 187 in Antlia. It looked a bit like cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 ebola.