As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the deep impact of tight underwear 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 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 60. It appeared at low power like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for Abell 50. It seemed almost a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 32 in Serpens. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I logged Abell 50. It was even more difficult than the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found NGC 6095. It reminded me of dancing elephants. Next, I had a chance to see NGC 1792 in Camelopardalis. It seemed just like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 3627. It seemed fainter than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I identified B 541. It looked uncannily like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I had a chance to see IC 3628. It looked exactly like the eye of God.
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 Segmentation fault (core dumped).