As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning 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 46 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 73. It was better than the invisible man. After that, I found M 9. It glowed, rather like a nebula. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6786 in Sculptor. It appeared as its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 5768 in Lyra. It looked exactly like a spider. Then, I nudged my telescope to B 650 in Corvus. It would be easy to confuse with a glimmer of the Big Bang. After that, I observed M 16 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I added to my logbook B 58. It reminded me of nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I jumped to B 551. It compared favorably with a waterfall. Then, I accidentally located M 102 in Fornax. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I looked at NGC 2331. It appeared in the eyepiece like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I slewed to IC 2643 in Fornax. It looked a bit like George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 26. It was as bright as a waterfall. Next, I had a chance to see B 210. It looked a bit like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 5032. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for B 479. It compared favorably with R2-D2. Next, I jumped to Abell 38 in that confusing part of Virgo. It looked exactly like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I tried for M 34. It looked a bit like a UFO. After that, I star-hopped to B 215. It appeared in the eyepiece like black pearls on flocked paper.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.