As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the morality of TAC 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 54 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 89. It was easy, just like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. With that checked off my list, I jumped to B 346 in Hydra. It appeared in the eyepiece like a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook Abell 80 in Septans. It gave the appearance of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. With that checked off my list, I tried Abell 63. It shimmered, as if it were diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I checked off IC 848 in Draco. It shimmered, as if it were a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down M 50. It looked like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I checked out NGC 5661. It looked a bit like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for B 70. It appeared to be Miss Piggy. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed IC 1461. It was easy, just like a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon Abell 58. It would be easy to confuse with desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 2740 in Ophiuchus. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. Then, I identified M 40 in Triangulum. It would be easy to confuse with a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to B 188. It appeared to be diamonds on black velvet. After that, I star-hopped to IC 2129 in Sagittarius. It seemed most like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
After a short break to recite my mantra, I looked for and suspected Abell 39. It was better than a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I hunted NGC 2748 in that confusing part of Virgo. It compared favorably with the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I sought M 67 in Cygnus. It appeared in the eyepiece like Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I hunted M 68. It was not quite as bright as the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I found by accident M 21. It reminded me of George W. Bush. Then, I star-hopped to M 61. It was like the pillars of creation. After that, I showed some guests M 110. It reminded me of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located IC 3604 in Lyra. It was better than nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 sex.