As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the insignificance of economic theory as I contemplated the La Nina conditions. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 38 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 28. It glowed, rather like yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to Abell 54. It was a dead ringer for a spitting cobra.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I showed some guests Abell 64 in Canis Major. It seemed fainter than fleecy wool. Next, I hunted for M 97. It seemed just like a far-away cloud. Next, I had a chance to see B 203. It was even more difficult than the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I logged Abell 97. It was even more difficult than Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 641. It glowed, rather like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off IC 3419. It looked uncannily like dancing elephants.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I sketched IC 712 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked a bit like two scoops of spumoni ice cream. Next, I helped a beginner find B 626 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was even more difficult than the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook NGC 693 in Lepus. It reminded me of nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 ebola.