As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the current state of Doonsbury as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91. It reminded me of the pillars of creation. Next, I sketched B 342. It appeared to be the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I sought NGC 2958. It was a dead ringer for a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at B 278. It looked like ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 58. It seemed fainter than the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I accidentally located NGC 1301. It was even more difficult than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for M 75. It was as bright as a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.