As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of cosmology as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 69 in that confusing part of Virgo. It seemed almost diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected M 81. It shimmered, as if it were smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I accidentally located Abell 79. It was not quite as bright as a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After that, I accidentally located B 541. It looked uncannily like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I hunted B 616. It was a dead ringer for George W. Bush.
After a short break to walk around, I jumped to Abell 72. It sparkled like a little triangle. Then, I sketched B 539. It somewhat resembled the last six objects I'd seen. Then, I checked off NGC 3342. It looked like whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I found M 14. It shimmered, as if it were the face of God. With that checked off my list, I looked at M 100. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I slewed to NGC 2911. It somewhat resembled a whale spouting. Then, I located B 606. It was easy, just like a spider. After that, I jumped to IC 2373. It appeared as a far-away cloud. After that, I helped a beginner find IC 535 in Septans. It was a dead ringer for lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I hunted Abell 10. It looked like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 23. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.