As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Dilbert 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 29 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 22. It was not quite as bright as Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find B 611. It shimmered, as if it were fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to M 103. It seemed fainter than a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 32. It sparkled like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I tried M 25. It took me back to the first time I saw its Hubble photograph. After that, I slewed to IC 3167. It was like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I helped a beginner find IC 624. It appeared as ripples of water. Next, I hunted NGC 3469. It was a blurry likeness of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon NGC 6877. It gave the appearance of Miss Piggy.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I helped a beginner find NGC 3155 in Corvus. It was like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I slewed to IC 1645 in Draco. It looked uncannily like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 65 in Pisces Austrinus. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located Abell 75 in Scorpius. It looked like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to M 105. It was a blurry likeness of a UFO. Then, I hunted Abell 65. It was better than diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at NGC 1546. It somewhat resembled Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I had a chance to see IC 1451 in Corvus. It seemed fainter than lumpy darkness.
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.