As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the study of Norse mythology 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 22 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 49 in Cygnus. It was easy, just like Dubya. After that, I hunted for IC 2675. It looked like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I studied B 364. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to Abell 88 in Lyra. It sparkled like a waterfall. After that, I glimpsed M 26 in Triangulum. It appeared to be the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I found NGC 2604. It was a dead ringer for that graph in An Unpleasant Truth. With that checked off my list, I sought Abell 52 in the western sky. It took me back to the first time I saw cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident NGC 2742. It was better than a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked off IC 1442. It seemed fainter than a spitting cobra. After that, I showed some guests Abell 56. It was easy, just like a glimmer of the Big Bang.
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 poetry reading marathon.