As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the human spirit as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 24. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I found Abell 38. It seemed most like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 1324 in Ursa Minor. It appeared as a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 2103. It looked a bit like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I tracked down Abell 31. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush.
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.