As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the morality of my life's work as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 63. It took me back to the first time I saw Alan Rickman. After that, I tracked down B 368. It seemed almost Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located B 101 in Canes Venatici. It was easy, just like cotton on velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected Abell 2. It shimmered, as if it were a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I helped a beginner find M 23. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. Then, I found B 478. It somewhat resembled nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I added to my logbook Abell 17. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I located NGC 4635. It was a blurry likeness of the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I looked at IC 3832. It appeared as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected IC 2426. It seemed almost the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident M 105. It was easy, just like Smokey the Bear. Next, I sketched IC 781. It sparkled like the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to IC 3108 in Camelopardalis. It was a blurry likeness of one of Martha Stewart's doilies. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 38. It looked like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I jumped to Abell 22 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared in the eyepiece like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook Abell 77. It reminded me of diamonds on black velvet.
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.