As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of my 401K 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 40 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 92. It seemed most like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I found by accident NGC 2380. It was a blurry likeness of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I tried NGC 617 in that confusing part of Virgo. It compared favorably with the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, I showed some guests NGC 1321. It was as bright as a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 1556. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 3663. It was a blurry likeness of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 3567 in Hydra. It seemed almost the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 3073 in Scutum. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed NGC 473. It was even more difficult than that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I went for M 12 in that confusing part of Virgo. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook IC 1129 in Septans. It gave the appearance of a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests IC 1542. It was not quite as bright as a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I looked for and suspected IC 1673. It was even more difficult than cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, I hunted M 21 in Sagittarius. It was not quite as bright as Miss Piggy. After that, I hunted for Abell 87 in Canes Venatici. It was not quite as bright as Smokey the Bear. Next, I tried Abell 43 in Scorpius. It seemed almost the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I studied IC 1809. It glowed, rather like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After that, I sketched M 97. It looked uncannily like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I found M 38. It was even more difficult than dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I tried for M 5 in the western sky. It seemed most like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 5539. It compared favorably with yet another globular.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I observed NGC 5080. It looked like lumpy darkness. After that, I slewed to IC 840 in Perseus. It was better than a smoke ring. After that, I helped a beginner find NGC 5438. It looked uncannily like the pillars of creation.
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 ebola.