Until I got a flurry of text messages to drag my ass down to Pioneer Square, I had no idea Far East Movement was even in Seattle. They played Showbox SoDo, but a friend was DJing and my girlfriend was working at Volume Nightclub--where FM had reserved a post-show booth, and the last place I expected to find myself at midnight on a Sunday. But there I was on a couch in the VIP, watching sweaty teens go apeshit over The Rej3ctz's "Cat Daddy" and one lucky girl bent over the stage getting her brains humped out from behind in what I can only hope was some sad attempt at daggering. So when FM made their appearance at the 18+ club around 1 a.m., no one seemed to know how to handle their request for Patrón shots--VIP and the bar were on opposite sides of the club. Dilemma!
But when Far East Movement wants Patrón shots, Far East Movement gets Patrón shots, and the upper platform quickly became a second bar to accommodate the celebrity guests. By all accounts, Kev Nish, Prohgress, J-Splif, and DJ Virman were solid guys, but as sparklers were lit and shots were passed around, I quietly made my escape past the entourage and the groupies toward the semi-peaceful fresh air of the front door, having satisfied my club quota for the year in a few short hours.