As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the current state of TAC 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 30. It seemed most like the face of God. Next, I tracked down B 643. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet. Then, I accidentally located NGC 6306. It appeared to be a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests M 79 in Antlia. It shimmered, as if it were the eye of God.
After a short break to do some yoga, I tried NGC 2196 in Virgo. It appeared at low power like dancing elephants. Then, I slewed to NGC 1661. It seemed fainter than the pillars of creation. After that, I found IC 988. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 71. It was a blurry likeness of dancing elephants. Then, I checked off Abell 83. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 94 in Lyra. It seemed fainter than lumpy darkness. After that, I found IC 2006. It seemed most like blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to NGC 2943 in Septans. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
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 a State of the Union address.