SCENE OF THE CRIME by Natasha
There's probably some stupid Weekly Volcano policy about fraternizing with fellow staffers, but I'm a rule breaker, and Brad Allen is awesome.
I've admired Brad's articles ever since I swung my lasso around this fine entertainment rag. Even though I'd never seen him before, I decided that a meeting of the minds was necessary, especially since our columns indicate that we have so much in common and we were just missing each other out on the town.
I had no clue that Brad would whisk me away on one of the most glitter-filled evenings I've had here in Tacompton.
OK, ladies, he might come off a little cocky at first, but Brad is hot, and on this certain night that we were out, he was tame and he was mine.
He took me to a place where I've been DYING to go.  Normally, I'm fearless about checking a joint out solo, but I wanted my first experience at this establishment to be magical.
Brad was the perrrrrfect date to the top of the Sheraton, and believe me, that elevator couldn't roll fast enough to get there.
The sky-high Vertigo Lounge was remodeled somewhat recently. The lights are low, and it's all about übermetallic and black leather. Just my style. I've heard that the food is good, and I can't wait to go back and try it.
The view up there is nothing short of amazing. I was slurping on a fish-bowl sized mojito while checking out the cars that looked like Hasbro toys buzzing below.
It was also fun to watch the mix of what looked like convention goers and snob-aholics.
Brad and I took a step out to the deck.  I was busy pointing out all of the projects going on in the city because I'm a maven in-the-know, but it was tough to focus amongst the vibrant, sparkly lights of the city and Brad's green eyes.
I never realized until I was up there that Tacoma could be like Harlequin, or maybe it's more like Bob Seger's "Night Moves."
Either way, I got so carried away that I accidentally split a kiss with Brad for a millisecond.  Whoa!  He'll probably be pissed that I'm writing this and killing his game (don't hate the player), but this is such strong evidence as to what can happen at the aptly named Vertigo.
Even though Brad and I were a lot like "Breakfast at Tiffany's," have no fear, my fancy little readers, I'm staying single.
I don't think Brad could handle me.
Roar!
Vertigo Lounge, 1320 Broadway Plaza, 26th floor of the Sheraton Tacoma Hotel, (253) 591-4155

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