Buck 94 - Look Diner

Ah, the Look Diner. I remember you well. Actually, well might be stretching it. It's more of a hazy post-night-of-drinking-pre-coffee-then-salvation sorta feeling. It was one of my favorite feelings. You know, maybe you spent the evening with your best friend driving to Northampton to drink at Sheehan's Bar and then you decide to see the movie playing across the street, Slackers, and you sneak in a couple of beers because how you gonna stop drinking for 1+ hours, and then you head back to Sheehan's and run into a friend who is on his way to see a band at UMASS and you squeeze friend into the back seat of the Karmann Ghia and see Superchunk at the Blue Wall with about 20 other people and are blown away and so want the night to never end and head back to Sheehan's for more drinking and then an after hours party and then wake up early feeling groggy and nauseous and want food and coffee and if you don't rustle your friends up there will be no more homefries at the Look so you pester and prod them and smoke and back in the Karmann Gia with the top down and hair blowing and clumped and reeking of beer and kinda still drunk and then coffee, coffee, eggs, bacon, homefries and homemade bread toasted and then you walk out satisfied, feeling a little clearer and then the favorite feeling: a perfect night was granted you with an amazing show, good movie, friends, too much drinking and now you are on the sunny Rte. 9 roadside with a full stomach and fading hangover and you feel alive and happy and wouldn't change one little thing. Dropped Buck 94 in the Look Diner parking lot.