As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 31 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It was a dead ringer for whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 268. It glowed, rather like ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests B 272 in Draco. It appeared to be a whale spouting. Then, I slewed to NGC 4004. It looked exactly like the invisible man.
After a short break to do some yoga, I located B 603. It looked uncannily like nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 sex.