As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of television 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 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 68. It took me back to the first time I saw George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 19 in Sculptor. It somewhat resembled its Hubble photograph. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied IC 1137. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 63. It was as bright as a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 92. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for M 12. It was like blackness.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I glimpsed Abell 4. It was like a cantilever bra. Then, I star-hopped to Abell 80. It would be easy to confuse with Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located IC 2672 in the western sky. It looked a bit like dancing elephants.
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 phone sex.