As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the higher implications of tight underwear as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 44 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 73. It seemed almost a cantilever bra. Then, I checked out NGC 303. It was even more difficult than desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 2672. It seemed just like Demi Moore. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 4157. It took me back to the first time I saw George W. Bush. With that checked off my list, I tracked down NGC 1541 in Draco. It seemed most like cream being swirled into hot coffee. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to M 9. It somewhat resembled one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I slewed to B 550 in Canis Major. It was as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified IC 3263 in Virgo. It was a dead ringer for a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off M 85. It was a dead ringer for cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to NGC 5305. It appeared to be a whale spouting.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I jumped to IC 1059 in Virgo. It was a dead ringer for the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified NGC 5701. It was even more difficult than diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I identified Abell 41. It reminded me of a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched Abell 36. It was better than a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 5368. It seemed almost cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 4958. It shimmered, as if it were one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for IC 3318. It seemed fainter than diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched M 41 in Lyra. It was a blurry likeness of the last six objects I'd seen.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I found by accident M 99. It appeared in the eyepiece like a nebula. After that, I hunted for IC 643. It appeared in the eyepiece like the pillars of creation. Next, I accidentally located Abell 95. It glowed, rather like a spitting cobra. After that, I jumped to NGC 4619 in Canes Venatici. It would be easy to confuse with Miss Piggy. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 47. It looked like George W. Bush.
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 sex.