As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the morality of the internet as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 17 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 45. It was a blurry likeness of Alan Rickman. After that, I accidentally located M 16. It was as bright as whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I slewed to M 97. It appeared as a nebula. Next, I looked at Abell 13 in Antlia. It was easy, just like diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I tried B 33. It sparkled like Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 412 in Gemini. It seemed almost ripples of water. After that, I slewed to Abell 41. It seemed most like diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I tried B 514 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to chat, I stumbled upon NGC 3609. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 3610. It was better than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I identified NGC 2467. It was even more difficult than a smoke ring. Next, I tried IC 2339. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I star-hopped to NGC 4860. It appeared to be nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I slewed to M 110. It was not quite as bright as cotton candy. After that, I tried Abell 46. It seemed almost fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I observed M 15 in Cygnus. It would be easy to confuse with Demi Moore. Next, I logged M 81. It was a dead ringer for Miss Piggy. Next, I hunted Abell 37 in Cygnus. It sparkled like Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for IC 1127. It reminded me of yet another globular. After that, I sketched NGC 709. It somewhat resembled cotton candy. Then, I looked at NGC 5300. It shimmered, as if it were Gollum. Then, I tried M 68. It was like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located M 85. It was easy, just like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see B 455. It looked uncannily like blackness.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.