As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of television as I contemplated the night's aurora display. 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 16 in Fornax. It seemed almost Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests NGC 5629. It looked exactly like a spider. Next, I accidentally located B 264. It sparkled like a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located Abell 12. It seemed just like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon Abell 79 in Sculptor. It glowed, rather like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Next, I looked for and suspected B 39 in Gemini. It was easy, just like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After that, I jumped to IC 3522. It compared favorably with ripples of water. After that, I had a chance to see B 56. It was better than Dubya. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 1616. It compared favorably with whipped cream. After that, I found NGC 6818. It appeared in the eyepiece like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident NGC 4690. It glowed, rather like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, I star-hopped to Abell 62. It glowed, rather like diamonds on light grey velvet.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.