As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the higher implications of astrology 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 82 in Hydra. It took me back to the first time I saw the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 303. It shimmered, as if it were Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 4223. It seemed fainter than a nebula. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted Abell 25 in Gemini. It appeared as a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
After a short break to do some yoga, I star-hopped to NGC 2818. It was as bright as black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I had a chance to see B 473. It appeared at low power like desert sand.
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 sex.