As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the insignificance of chaos theory 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 16 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 105. It was as bright as black pearls on flocked paper.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I observed IC 2519. It was better than whipped cream. Next, I tried for B 61 in Virgo. It would be easy to confuse with Demi Moore. Next, I tried for IC 3607 in Scutum. It looked exactly like cotton candy.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I hunted for NGC 2989. It was not quite as bright as diamonds on light grey velvet. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought NGC 3607 in Camelopardalis. It appeared as the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I identified IC 1428. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 9. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. Then, I looked for and suspected NGC 1853. It was even more difficult than a spitting cobra. Then, I found by accident IC 2544 in Lyra. It appeared to be a little triangle. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for Abell 99. It looked exactly like a far-away cloud. Next, I located IC 1028. It seemed fainter than the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I hunted for Abell 1 in Triangulum. It looked exactly like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I found IC 2916. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra.
After a short break to do some yoga, I studied IC 3242. It was as bright as a nebula. With that checked off my list, I hunted B 563. It was a blurry likeness of yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down B 434 in that confusing part of Virgo. It looked like diamonds on light grey velvet. Then, for a real challenge, I looked for and suspected IC 1821. It was even more difficult than a far-away cloud.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I hunted NGC 6759. It glowed, rather like a nebula.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.