As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the insignificance of chaos theory 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 5 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 13. It was easy, just like cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon Abell 61 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It would be easy to confuse with nothing I'd ever seen before. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to NGC 1406 in Camelopardalis. It looked uncannily like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 230. It seemed almost cotton on velvet. Then, I glimpsed NGC 6459. It looked exactly like a UFO. Next, I hunted for M 90. It glowed, rather like the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I showed some guests B 576. It was even more difficult than nothing I'd ever seen before. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook B 324 in Septans. It was better than its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 505 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It gave the appearance of a spider. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for M 57. It compared favorably with Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I located IC 1150 in Orion. It seemed most like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried NGC 2553. It gave the appearance of cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon Abell 90. It was even more difficult than desert sand. After that, I found B 631. It gave the appearance of diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, I tried NGC 4105 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was a dead ringer for a spider. After that, I identified NGC 1681. It appeared at low power like a cantilever bra. After that, I helped a beginner find NGC 4432. It seemed most like its Hubble photograph.
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 Beowulf in Old English.