As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the current state of astrology 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 26 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 90. It somewhat resembled dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I glimpsed M 106. It gave the appearance of a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I tried Abell 77. It shimmered, as if it were a UFO.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I found M 50 in Ophiuchus. It reminded me of cotton candy. After that, I tried IC 1979. It was even more difficult than a swarm of bees. Then, I looked at M 58 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of Demi Moore.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.