As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the higher implications of my 401K 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 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 75. It appeared to be a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 3292. It appeared as a spitting cobra. After that, I logged IC 1799. It looked uncannily like dancing elephants. Then, I logged Abell 59. It was better than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I checked out B 182. It reminded me of a cantilever bra.
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 getting shot in the face by Dick Cheney.