As I drove up the winding road to Henry Coe State Park, I idly mused upon the higher implications of tight underwear as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 37 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found by accident Abell 51 in Ursa Minor. It sparkled like R2-D2. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find B 252. It looked a bit like Demi Moore. Then, I went for Abell 85 in Hydra. It appeared to be all the other smudges I've ever looked at. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed IC 323. It appeared in the eyepiece like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I logged NGC 1939 in Virgo. It was better than Smokey the Bear.
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 kick in the pants with a copper toed boot.