As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the morality of television as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 29 in Perseus. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Next, I star-hopped to M 43. It shimmered, as if it were ripples of water. Next, I checked off Abell 94. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 3688. It looked exactly like a cantilever bra. After that, I tracked down IC 2584. It was even more difficult than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, I hunted for NGC 3054. It took me back to the first time I saw ripples of water. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 272. It appeared at low power like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon Abell 38. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I observed M 25. It seemed just like diamonds on black velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 2160. It looked like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed IC 1719 in Ursa Minor. It would be easy to confuse with R2-D2. Next, I jumped to IC 426. It reminded me of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I hunted IC 2958. It was even more difficult than Santa Claus. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located Abell 9. It sparkled like a swarm of bees. Next, I tried for M 64. It appeared to be R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 76. It looked exactly like fleecy wool. Next, I found IC 1113 in Virgo. It gave the appearance of cream being swirled into hot coffee.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I sought B 588. It seemed just like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for IC 82. It reminded me of fleecy wool. Then, I looked for and suspected B 474 in Perseus. It seemed fainter than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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 internet sex.