As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the study 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 36 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It was easy, just like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off M 24. It looked like the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I slewed to Abell 41. It looked uncannily like a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for IC 1886 in Lynx. It looked exactly like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I observed B 588 in Lepus. It gave the appearance of fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified NGC 584. It took me back to the first time I saw blackness. Then, I looked at IC 949 in Gemini. It was easy, just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I stumbled upon NGC 74 in Canes Venatici. It was even more difficult than a far-away cloud.
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.