As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the current implications of economic 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 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 74 in Camelopardalis. It would be easy to confuse with a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon Abell 65. It appeared as cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I studied IC 3749. It glowed, rather like a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought Abell 15 in Lepus. It somewhat resembled cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for B 212. It was easy, just like a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I jumped to NGC 479. It was not quite as bright as the clouds I'd seen earlier. After that, I logged B 615. It looked like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched IC 1999 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I looked at M 102 in Scorpius. It would be easy to confuse with one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I went for NGC 4794. It was like dancing elephants. Then, for a real challenge, I observed B 627 in Perseus. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to Abell 65. It looked like Demi Moore. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for IC 601 in Canes Venatici. It appeared at low power like the invisible man.
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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.