As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the impact upon modern astronomy of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 53. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied Abell 55 in Septans. It seemed almost a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 250. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra.
After a short break to do some yoga, I slewed to NGC 5331. It sparkled like a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 13. It appeared to be Smokey the Bear.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I sought IC 384 in Corvus. It seemed almost spent coals, faintly glowing.
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 hunting with the Vice President.