As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of underwater basket weaving 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 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 109. It sparkled like lumpy darkness. After that, I nudged my telescope to M 9 in Orion. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I located IC 1905. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook NGC 2482. It reminded me of Demi Moore. Next, I stumbled upon Abell 51. It gave the appearance of ripples of water. Then, I tried for B 182. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I logged Abell 10. It appeared in the eyepiece like two scoops of spumoni ice cream.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.