As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the higher implications of economic theory as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 30. It was like cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I helped a beginner find B 486 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared to be R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find IC 1279. It appeared in the eyepiece like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 29. It appeared to be the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, I had a chance to see NGC 4218. It was like a spider.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I observed B 647 in the western sky. It shimmered, as if it were Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I tracked down B 15. It was not quite as bright as a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
After a short break to check my email, I star-hopped to IC 2725 in Triangulum. It appeared as a far-away cloud. After that, I looked at NGC 4012. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found B 115 in Orion. It appeared in the eyepiece like yet another globular. Next, I tried Abell 53 in Triangulum. It glowed, rather like a little triangle. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located M 103. It was like yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident Abell 39 in that confusing part of Virgo. It shimmered, as if it were two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I went for Abell 13 in Canis Major. It was like ripples of water. After that, I found by accident Abell 36. It looked like the eye of God.
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.