As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the higher implications of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It appeared in the eyepiece like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 3404. It looked like a spider. With that checked off my list, I looked at B 205. It was a dead ringer for whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted for IC 1424. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I helped a beginner find Abell 82. It seemed fainter than desert sand. After that, I tried for B 99. It was not quite as bright as a cantilever bra. Then, for a real challenge, I checked off B 251 in Triangulum. It was even more difficult than Gollum. With that checked off my list, I tried for B 182. It sparkled like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried Abell 4. It reminded me of two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected B 45. It appeared as Alan Rickman. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found B 447. It was a blurry likeness of a swarm of bees.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I sketched IC 3382. It was easy, just like one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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.