As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of economic 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 44 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 60. It somewhat resembled an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find M 64. It was a dead ringer for 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched M 70. It looked a bit like fleecy wool. Then, I slewed to NGC 6004 in Serpens. It sparkled like whipped cream.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I observed Abell 55. It looked a bit like Dubya. Then, I helped a beginner find M 22. It looked exactly like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, I slewed to IC 2988. It compared favorably with George W. Bush.
After a short break to check my email, I showed some guests M 2 in Septans. It took me back to the first time I saw the face of God. After that, I accidentally located IC 3894. It compared favorably with ripples of water.
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 ebola.