As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the popularity 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 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 15. It looked uncannily like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I observed IC 3071. It was not quite as bright as a whale spouting. After that, I helped a beginner find B 467. It looked like the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I observed Abell 84. It was even more difficult than its Hubble photograph. Next, I tried for B 471. It was as bright as a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed IC 715. It was like that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I tried for Abell 96. It looked a bit like Gollum. After that, I hunted NGC 5706. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I studied B 383. It appeared to be Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 45 in Hydra. It took me back to the first time I saw dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I logged B 411. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I found IC 1256. It would be easy to confuse with whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I stumbled upon M 49. It would be easy to confuse with one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I hunted for NGC 550 in Draco. It was not quite as bright as a little triangle.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I tried B 273. It gave the appearance of 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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.