As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 4 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 56. It would be easy to confuse with its Hubble photograph. After that, I slewed to NGC 3416. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I sketched M 52. It was not quite as bright as a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests M 78 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It reminded me of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I hunted for B 401. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. After that, I had a chance to see NGC 5015 in Ursa Major. It was better than a far-away cloud.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I star-hopped to NGC 5710 in Virgo. It was even more difficult than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I glimpsed NGC 5396. It looked uncannily like the eternal nothingness of being. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out Abell 39. It was as bright as whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified Abell 91. It looked exactly like the eye of God. Next, I located Abell 48. It seemed just like the eternal nothingness of being.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I helped a beginner find M 101 in Hydra. It compared favorably with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo.
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 phone sex.