My weekend has so far consisted of spending far too much time in bars and at sketchy house parties.  My quest to find the “next Bender’s” (after the tragic departure of the delicious vegan menu) resulted in me eating my first piece of meat in years (sneak peak: Jay ‘n Bee Club is not the new Bender’s).  To top it off, I woke up at 10:30 on my couch completely covered in the remnants of a burrito I destroyed at 4am (side note: where the hell did I find a burrito at 4am?) and a mouth that tasted like a magical combination of Jim Beam, Southern Comfort, “spiced” rum, PBR, 99 Bananas and cat feces.  Sunday was clearly going to be an uphill battle.  But then I was rolling down 22nd and spotted a falcon perched atop of the New Mission Theatre.  Fuck, at least a got a mediocre post out of it all.