As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of AP Refractors 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 17 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 108. It reminded me of the invisible man. Then, I looked at M 45. It appeared at low power like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked at NGC 4425 in Sculptor. It appeared at low power like the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 2205. It was even more difficult than Demi Moore. After that, I studied IC 699. It sparkled like whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 5528. It appeared at low power like a spider.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I logged Abell 73 in the western sky. It seemed just like the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out IC 1802. It compared favorably with the face of God. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected IC 3812. It looked a bit like Alan Rickman. Then, I stumbled upon Abell 37. It appeared at low power like a spitting cobra.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I accidentally located Abell 85. It seemed fainter than desert sand. Then, for a real challenge, I sought B 350. It somewhat resembled a whale spouting. With that checked off my list, I tried M 67 in Corvus. It appeared in the eyepiece like a cantilever bra.
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.