As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the deep mystery 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 39 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 56. It reminded me of a smoke ring. Next, I looked at B 510 in Gemini. It took me back to the first time I saw a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged B 190. It shimmered, as if it were the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 3403. It would be easy to confuse with a UFO. Next, I checked off M 83. It was even more difficult than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I sketched IC 692. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 54 in Scutum. It glowed, rather like Demi Moore. Next, I slewed to NGC 2862 in Lepus. 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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.