As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the morality of chaos theory as I contemplated the El Nino weather patterns. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 58 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 28. It was easy, just like yet another globular. After that, I found Abell 98. It looked uncannily like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I tracked down B 110 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of yet another globular. Then, I star-hopped to NGC 2683. It looked exactly like blackness. Next, I glimpsed B 504. It seemed most like a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon B 321. It seemed just like R2-D2. Next, I stumbled upon Abell 95. It looked like cotton on velvet. Next, I studied M 45 in the western sky. It was as bright as smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I checked out M 17 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was easy, just like Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 4. It glowed, rather like Santa Claus.
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 a day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.