As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of the universe as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 104 in Cygnus. It reminded me of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out Abell 94. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman. After that, I identified Abell 70. It seemed fainter than a spitting cobra. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find Abell 14. It was even more difficult than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I helped a beginner find M 98 in Corvus. It somewhat resembled the pillars of creation. After that, I slewed to B 323. It was a dead ringer for the face of God.
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 phone sex.