As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of world hunger 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 52 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to Abell 86 in Corvus. It reminded me of whipped cream. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 36. It looked a bit like George W. Bush. Next, I helped a beginner find M 74. It appeared to be cotton candy.
After a short break to have a smoke, I helped a beginner find NGC 5763. It seemed just like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After that, I helped a beginner find B 228. It was a dead ringer for whipped cream. After that, I had a chance to see Abell 60 in Lynx. It shimmered, as if it were dandruff on black satin pajamas.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I helped a beginner find IC 1120. It was easy, just like the face 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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.