As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the insignificance of tight underwear as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 83 in Serpens. It gave the appearance of Miss Piggy. Then, I identified IC 673. It appeared at low power like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 5597. It was a dead ringer for black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to M 22 in Orion. It was easy, just like the pillars of creation. Then, I sought Abell 54. It seemed fainter than George W. Bush. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for M 86 in Gemini. It was like Miss Piggy.
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).