There were a group of us slouched over the bar, rolling our eyes at the Denver Broncos debacle unfolding on the TV screen. Most were spilling tears into their beers, seeking solace in a microbrew. But since I was holed up in a Boulder bar, and didn't want to risk a trip to Boulder's Big House, I drowned my sorrows in a hot chocolate, which went a long way in sweetening the sour taste in my mouth left by the donkeys.
Can you guess where I'm drinking?
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