As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of astrology 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 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 58. It appeared as a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied IC 629 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It took me back to the first time I saw a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I checked off IC 3126 in Orion. It appeared as an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane. Then, for a real challenge, I identified NGC 6703. It seemed most like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted NGC 4097 in Camelopardalis. It was like a nebula. Next, I observed M 36 in Ursa Major. It reminded me of whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted B 9 in Lepus. It seemed just like a whale spouting. Next, I hunted for M 23. It seemed most like the eye of God. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 3836. It was better than Miss Piggy. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 395. It was even more difficult than cream being swirled into hot coffee.
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 taking an elevator during a Stage 3 alert.