As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Doonsbury 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 56 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I sought M 106. It shimmered, as if it were lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests B 571. It seemed fainter than a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 67. It glowed, rather like nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I identified Abell 60. It was like Dubya. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed M 56. It appeared at low power like fleecy wool. Next, I looked for and suspected NGC 483 in Fornax. It reminded me of a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged M 14 in Ursa Minor. It seemed just like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 92. It compared favorably with a UFO.
After a short break to do some yoga, I checked out M 68. It was like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I glimpsed Abell 62. It was as bright as Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 32. It sparkled like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I found M 107. It gave the appearance of a far-away cloud. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted Abell 9. It was as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
After a short break to have a smoke, I found M 4 in Fornax. It shimmered, as if it were whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I went for IC 2659. It looked like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I helped a beginner find NGC 1343. It looked a bit like fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 4678. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 516 in Triangulum. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I checked off M 88. It was like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected B 441 in Antlia. It appeared in the eyepiece like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted M 7. It was better than the eternal nothingness of being.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I studied IC 2236 in Canes Venatici. It appeared to be yet another globular.
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.