Today's Colorado afternoon was spent walking up and down some street in Boulder, near the three o'clock hour, looking for a place with 1) a blender; 2) piña colada enablants; 3) a substantive food menu. Less simple than it seemed. Success was eventually ours, but be hereinto forewarned that Colorado DISCRIMINATES in favor of the winter, yeah, (see Winter Park; or, the Grinch's preferred vacation spot). The serious drought of tropical libations is telling in that regard.
Back to the plain language movement.