As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the study of astrology 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 41 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 89. It seemed fainter than yet another globular. Then, I star-hopped to IC 405 in Triangulum. It shimmered, as if it were the invisible man. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to M 4 in Canes Venatici. It took me back to the first time I saw cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I identified M 20. It seemed just like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to NGC 467. It gave the appearance of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I stumbled upon IC 3046. It was better than a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to check my email, I slewed to M 106. It somewhat resembled a swarm of bees. Then, I sketched Abell 48 in Fornax. It looked uncannily like a cantilever bra. Next, I located NGC 852. It appeared as Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 32. It was like a UFO. Next, I found M 69 in Ophiuchus. It was not quite as bright as a whale spouting. Next, I looked at NGC 2132. It was not quite as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, I hunted for Abell 67. It reminded me of all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I identified B 240. It was easy, just like cotton candy. After that, I showed some guests IC 2029. It looked a bit like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, for a real challenge, I tried B 81. It appeared in the eyepiece like fleecy wool. After that, I went for Abell 75 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 387. It was not quite as bright as a cantilever bra. Next, I helped a beginner find M 79. It reminded me of fleecy wool. Next, I found by accident IC 2975. It was better than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I logged B 527 in Canes Venatici. It gave the appearance of Gollum.
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 a root canal.