As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of the internet as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 15 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107. It was as bright as Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 74. It would be easy to confuse with diamonds on black velvet. Next, I accidentally located M 53. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I sought NGC 3994. It appeared in the eyepiece like dancing elephants. After that, I went for Abell 1. It looked uncannily like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 85 in Fornax. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I found IC 2833 in Orion. It took me back to the first time I saw the clouds I'd seen earlier.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I looked for and suspected NGC 3797. It compared favorably with the eye of God. After that, I studied NGC 5651. It was not quite as bright as blackness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 3630. It seemed just like Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down Abell 58. It compared favorably with a swarm of bees.
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 phone sex.