As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of television 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 20 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 33. It glowed, rather like the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed Abell 14. It appeared to be a nebula. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 1099. It appeared to be the invisible man.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I tracked down Abell 52. It seemed just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I located B 121 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared at low power like an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I tried IC 3542. It reminded me of cotton on velvet. Next, I helped a beginner find M 107. It sparkled like a nebula. With that checked off my list, I hunted Abell 16. It took me back to the first time I saw Gollum. With that checked off my list, I located B 11. It somewhat resembled diamonds on black velvet.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I located Abell 91. It sparkled like George W. Bush. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 434. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed M 32. It appeared in the eyepiece like George W. Bush. Next, I glimpsed NGC 507 in Triangulum. It compared favorably with dancing elephants. Then, I logged Abell 44. It was better than one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 55. It somewhat resembled the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I located M 13. It was a blurry likeness of George W. Bush. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 19. It looked exactly like the pillars of creation. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted B 534. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy.
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 yet another town star party with clueless newbies.