As I drove up the winding road to Mount Tamalpais, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of astrology as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 74. It was a dead ringer for the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to IC 1102 in Ursa Major. It was a dead ringer for yet another globular. With that checked off my list, I accidentally located B 468. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. Then, I hunted M 90 in Ursa Major. It took me back to the first time I saw whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed B 94 in Septans. It looked a bit like Miss Piggy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to IC 3505. It shimmered, as if it were a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I sought M 93 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 395 in Pisces Austrinus. It would be easy to confuse with a smoke ring. Then, I found by accident Abell 63. It looked like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests Abell 2 in Lynx. It appeared in the eyepiece like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I showed some guests B 245. It seemed just like a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed B 601 in Fornax. It took me back to the first time I saw a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 434. It reminded me of yet another globular.
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 reading observing reports.