As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the universe as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 10. It was easy, just like a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 48. It appeared to be all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find Abell 90. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 79. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. Next, I studied Abell 53. It took me back to the first time I saw a swarm of bees. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at Abell 65. It sparkled like the face of God. After that, I identified B 591. It would be easy to confuse with George W. Bush. After that, I located M 46. It was a dead ringer for two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon B 607. It appeared at low power like blackness. Then, I found by accident B 478. It looked uncannily like R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I hunted for M 66. It looked like whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 387 in Cygnus. It took me back to the first time I saw spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located NGC 3129 in Fornax. It was better than Dubya. Next, I slewed to B 407 in Sagittarius. It was not quite as bright as whipped cream. Next, I located Abell 6. It seemed most like whipped cream. Then, for a real challenge, I tried IC 1394. It seemed most like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted IC 435 in Septans. It looked uncannily like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). With that checked off my list, I hunted B 362. It compared favorably with whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I logged M 23. It would be easy to confuse with dandruff on black satin pajamas. After that, I tried for M 38. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Then, I slewed to B 193. It reminded me of ripples of water. Next, I sought B 37 in Triangulum. It seemed almost whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought M 97. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.