Walking to the subway tonight after hanging out with Lauren and N at his apartment, I had the following observation. There is a distinct odor of stale beer and alcohol that wafts through Soho at night, which is noticeable on a breezy evening such as today. I never quite picked up on this fact until tonight. I guess a rough night of drinking makes ones senses, all five of them, the next day more acutely sensitive towards the presence of alcohol. The heightened senses makes the walk at night through revelers and drunks an interesting experience where I feel a particular elevation to a level of hyper clarity and awareness of my surroundings.