As I drove up the winding road to Fremont Peak State Park, I idly mused upon the deep impact of chaos theory as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 90. It was even more difficult than the eternal nothingness of being. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to Abell 10 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It was like the invisible man. Next, I showed some guests Abell 27. It shimmered, as if it were the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I identified IC 5. It seemed almost Santa Claus. Next, I added to my logbook NGC 5944. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I hunted B 586. It would be easy to confuse with the face of God. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for Abell 64. It somewhat resembled the eye of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found IC 930. It somewhat resembled nothing I'd ever seen before.
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 night watching an I Love Lucy marathon on Nick at Night.