As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of world hunger as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 67. It looked uncannily like a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to M 107. It glowed, rather like a cantilever bra. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 1342 in Gemini. It was even more difficult than a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought M 7 in Scutum. It was not quite as bright as an inflamed monkey butt. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed M 35. It reminded me of yet another globular.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I found by accident Abell 10 in Camelopardalis. It seemed most like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident M 106. It was not quite as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I tracked down Abell 57. It would be easy to confuse with diamonds on black velvet. Then, I had a chance to see M 30 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 413. It sparkled like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I added to my logbook Abell 69 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It somewhat resembled R2-D2. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 30. It was better than a whale spouting. After that, I slewed to M 84. It appeared to be cotton candy. Then, for a real challenge, I found NGC 1524. It sparkled like R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests B 550 in Perseus. It seemed fainter than a smoke ring. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests IC 1249. It compared favorably with an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, I jumped to M 37. It looked a bit like ripples of water. Then, I sought IC 3104. It compared favorably with fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I found NGC 5559. It appeared at low power like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I looked at M 23 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy.
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 24-hour 007 marathon.