As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of tight underwear 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 34 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It appeared to be the invisible man. Then, I jumped to B 142 in Ursa Minor. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. Then, I found NGC 4015 in Lepus. It gave the appearance of a spitting cobra.
After a short break to check my email, I located M 17 in Sagittarius. It seemed fainter than a waterfall. Then, for a real challenge, I jumped to NGC 327 in Camelopardalis. It seemed most like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I star-hopped to IC 3235. It seemed most like lumpy darkness. Then, I looked for and suspected M 78 in Hydra. It seemed fainter than 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. With that checked off my list, I checked off B 351 in that confusing part of Virgo. It was a blurry likeness of the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon B 423. It seemed almost Santa Claus.
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 cleaning the bathroom.