As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the internet 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 36 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 35. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 409. It appeared at low power like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon NGC 2742. It compared favorably with a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, I went for Abell 62. It was better than Demi Moore. Then, I hunted Abell 70. It was easy, just like a cantilever bra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out NGC 951. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I observed IC 272. It somewhat resembled the eternal nothingness of being.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I went for B 339. It sparkled like blackness. After that, I glimpsed IC 1464 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. After that, I located B 248. It seemed most like George W. Bush. Then, I stumbled upon IC 2987. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I had a chance to see Abell 57. It was better than a cantilever bra. Next, I added to my logbook M 51. It sparkled like dancing elephants.
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.