As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep mystery 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 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 95. It compared favorably with nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I sketched M 42. It was a blurry likeness of yet another globular.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I had a chance to see M 74. It gave the appearance of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 418 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was better than Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I showed some guests B 390. It was not quite as bright as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I studied Abell 5. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down B 337 in Triangulum. It reminded me of lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for NGC 6721. It was not quite as bright as the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 32. It was as bright as whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find IC 3764. It looked like blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to B 466. It compared favorably with one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I tried NGC 5273 in Antlia. It seemed just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I observed Abell 25. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I sought B 423. It sparkled like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off Abell 48. It looked exactly like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests B 550. It was easy, just like its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for IC 3512. It glowed, rather like a UFO. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down NGC 1362. It somewhat resembled its Hubble photograph. With that checked off my list, I found IC 2444. It shimmered, as if it were the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to Abell 54. It was better than a smoke ring. Next, I slewed to Abell 74. It was even more difficult than a whale spouting. After that, I jumped to NGC 6448. It seemed most like a spider. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 8 in Gemini. It looked uncannily like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I checked out Abell 84. It seemed fainter than its Hubble photograph.
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.