As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the current implications of astrology 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 29 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 16. It was better than a smoke ring. Then, I slewed to B 626. It compared favorably with one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to do some yoga, I identified M 91. It was easy, just like cotton candy. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 386 in Lepus. It was easy, just like desert sand. Then, I sketched NGC 657. It sparkled like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to Abell 23. It was as bright as a far-away cloud. After that, I sought NGC 3352 in Lynx. It sparkled like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I went for M 17 in Ursa Minor. It looked exactly like desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I located NGC 1393. It was as bright as a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 2800. It seemed almost a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, I found by accident M 30. It was not quite as bright as one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After that, I studied IC 1341. It seemed just like whipped cream.
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 sitting in a dentist's waiting room.