As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the insignificance of the universe as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 43 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 81. It reminded me of Demi Moore.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I sought Abell 68. It appeared as Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched M 24. It reminded me of a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found M 11. It seemed fainter than Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I studied B 95. It was better than smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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 stale peeps.