As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Dilbert as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 34 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 80. It seemed most like the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 60 in Corvus. It was a blurry likeness of a glimmer of the Big Bang. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests M 84 in Orion. It looked uncannily like a little triangle. Then, I checked out IC 531 in Septans. It seemed fainter than yet another globular. Next, I went for B 316. It took me back to the first time I saw the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed IC 1081. It was better than smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried B 541. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. After that, I hunted M 94. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. After that, I sought Abell 43. It would be easy to confuse with a swarm of bees. Then, I checked out NGC 3217. It was not quite as bright as the eye of God.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I glimpsed B 377. It seemed just like a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook NGC 3852. It looked like the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook IC 1722. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I tried for NGC 5263. It would be easy to confuse with cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I had a chance to see Abell 7. It glowed, rather like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I tried for B 96. It reminded me of a UFO. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed NGC 4775. It compared favorably with cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 53 in Perseus. It seemed most like Dubya. Next, I looked at IC 678. It appeared to be desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 78 in Scutum. It somewhat resembled 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
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 a kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.