As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Plato's Republic as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 71. It appeared to be Dubya. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident IC 1576. It sparkled like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. With that checked off my list, I jumped to B 421 in Serpens. It would be easy to confuse with the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off IC 942 in Lynx. It was easy, just like whipped cream. Next, I hunted for IC 1603. It reminded me of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I nudged my telescope to M 1 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was as bright as a spider. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed M 21. It would be easy to confuse with the eye of God. After that, I hunted IC 3693 in Sagittarius. It shimmered, as if it were the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I stumbled upon NGC 5638. It reminded me of a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I studied Abell 14. It was a dead ringer for fleecy wool.
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.