As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the inner workings of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 4 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 86. It looked exactly like Santa Claus. Then, I checked out B 36 in Canis Major. It glowed, rather like an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I studied IC 3172. It reminded me of yet another globular. Then, I nudged my telescope to M 9. It would be easy to confuse with cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought M 54. It looked uncannily like the eye of God. Next, I found Abell 35. It was not quite as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban.
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 sex.