As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Dilbert as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 16 in Hydra. It appeared in the eyepiece like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 35. It was even more difficult than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried B 386. It was a blurry likeness of cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon NGC 1459. It was as bright as the last six objects I'd seen.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I showed some guests NGC 5687. It reminded me of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I glimpsed IC 3330. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I observed M 93. It reminded me of Dubya. With that checked off my list, I checked out IC 2820. It appeared as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I looked at NGC 79 in Triangulum. It shimmered, as if it were blackness. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 3204. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra.
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.