As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of underwater basket weaving as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 1 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 94 in Canes Venatici. It was easy, just like a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 52. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see NGC 4042. It was like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. With that checked off my list, I checked off B 506. It was like Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 4972 in that confusing part of Virgo. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 2739. It was not quite as bright as whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 568. It reminded me of a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 10. It shimmered, as if it were desert sand. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed Abell 97. It was a dead ringer for whipped cream. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed B 134 in Sculptor. It appeared in the eyepiece like Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at Abell 44. It seemed most like the eye of God. Next, I found by accident IC 681. It was a dead ringer for a nebula.
After a short break to check my email, I looked at Abell 23 in Perseus. It glowed, rather like a little triangle. After that, I went for NGC 6444 in Sculptor. It appeared at low power like 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 cleaning the bathroom.