As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 67 in Septans. It seemed just like whipped cream. After that, I went for B 363. It gave the appearance of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I located B 533. It seemed most like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I tried for Abell 97. It gave the appearance of a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. With that checked off my list, I hunted for B 182. It was a blurry likeness of a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
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.