As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of Dilbert 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 49 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 31. It somewhat resembled the clouds I'd seen earlier. With that checked off my list, I located M 73. It was even more difficult than lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find B 503 in Lynx. It looked a bit like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I observed M 48. It gave the appearance of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I jumped to B 86. It looked like a nebula.
After a short break to chat, I star-hopped to M 99. It shimmered, as if it were Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident Abell 68. It was not quite as bright as the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down Abell 84. It somewhat resembled a spitting cobra. Next, I stumbled upon B 330. It looked a bit like a smoke ring.
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 sex.