As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the inner workings of cosmology as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 53 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 107. It was even more difficult than yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 4. It looked exactly like Smokey the Bear. Next, I found B 258 in Camelopardalis. It looked exactly like a smoke ring. After that, I found Abell 92. It glowed, rather like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 19. It gave the appearance of diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 475. It seemed almost a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I found B 471 in Lepus. It appeared in the eyepiece like dancing elephants.
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 phone sex.