As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of cosmology 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 30 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 34 in Lepus. It looked like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 76. It gave the appearance of a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 85. It seemed almost George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located NGC 1063. It appeared as cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched B 449. It somewhat resembled a nebula.
After a short break to do some yoga, I nudged my telescope to M 50 in Canis Major. It appeared in the eyepiece like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged IC 1266. It was as bright as two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see M 106. It seemed almost an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted M 39. It was like Demi Moore. Then, I found by accident Abell 30. It gave the appearance of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried NGC 6032. It seemed almost the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to IC 1734. It appeared as a waterfall. Next, I jumped to Abell 67. It appeared as the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to B 264. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. After that, I went for IC 789. It looked uncannily like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I found B 151. It was as bright as Alan Rickman. Then, I star-hopped to Abell 58. It was a dead ringer for lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located Abell 31. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy.
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 spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.