As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of chaos theory as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 31. It seemed most like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I added to my logbook B 94 in Canes Venatici. It looked uncannily like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed B 601. It somewhat resembled a cantilever bra. After that, I helped a beginner find NGC 2100. It looked a bit like cotton on velvet. Then, I tracked down NGC 2498. It was a blurry likeness of R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected NGC 1778. It gave the appearance of George W. Bush.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I slewed to B 278. It shimmered, as if it were a whale spouting. With that checked off my list, I tried B 112 in Ursa Major. It seemed almost that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. Then, I observed M 76. It was like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find IC 3273 in Camelopardalis. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I observed B 428. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I looked at Abell 24 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared as the clouds I'd seen earlier. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests Abell 28. It gave the appearance of Alan Rickman. After that, I found by accident Abell 77 in Scutum. It was even more difficult than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I jumped to M 88. It was a blurry likeness of dandruff on black satin pajamas.
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 cleaning the bathroom.