Fellow srat stars, LISTEN. UP.
The time has come to embrace your inner Yonce and leave it all on the dance floor. There’s a new spot in town, and I can see a bright future for it.
That’s right, you heard me. CoHo (pronounced “soho”…sticking with the Conference theme here, it also has a funky character that literally no one uses but #originality) is bringing a little pizzazz to the once steadily declining night life in Lubbock *gasp*.
I sat down with SigEp President and CoHo connoisseur Alex DeRossi to ask the burning questions we all want to know, then I tried the place out for myself. Please stand by.
DeRossi said the sparkly new bar can be thought of as a “destination location,” a.k.a. no more t-shirts and nikes to the bars, boys. Grab a drink, a bite to eat and hit the bar for an all-night adventure.
According to DeRossi, the crowd of CoHo is the same crowd of Conference and Cactus. I happen to agree, but people literally lost their minds in the place. (In a good way, maybe it was the nice smells and disco ball. Everyone likes a disco ball.)
DeRossi said the price range is roughly the same as the other bars in Lubbock, with drink specials coming nightly. My friends I went with were complaining about their bar tabs the next morning, but they also bought enough shots for the entire bar. Moving on.
The thing I appreciate most about CoHo is how safe I felt in a college atmosphere. This is a “shiny new toy” in DeRossi’s words, which college students, especially Greeks, can enjoy and still be isolated from the majority of Lubbock in a fun atmosphere. #noratchetsallowed
The most exciting part that DeRossi told me about are the opportunities the bar has for formals, mixers, and events. The bar has four sections, each with separate stages that can theoretically host a different event. Typically, sororities hold formals with two or three other sororities. Now, CoHo can be thought of as a game-changer.
After sitting down with DeRossi, I had to check the place out for myself. I have to admit, being 19 and limited to Conference and Cactus had gotten old.
My Night Lol
The lines didn’t take long (25 minutes of pure buffoonery), but the bouncers were the same.
Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.
After getting inside, the beeline to the bathroom was a necessity. The bathrooms were NOTHING like confy, and I almost missed the sludge on the floor. Lol. *hair flip*
All business done and hair fluffed in the mirror, my friends and I hit the upper dance floor and I easily could see Coho in all of its glory. The bar has several different aspects to it, but eventually everyone migrates to the lower dance floor with an upper deck cut out around it. I refer to the lower portion as squish city. I do not encourage squish city for the faint of heart. This is where we found ourselves, skinny arming and singing top 40 hits until Beyonce finally played and my night became worthwhile.
The same elements of Conference were there: too many people and not enough space, mainly because it was cold and everyone was inside getting their ratchet on while catching my side-eye.
I also woke up with the oh-so-familiar bar tar on a beloved pair of ankle boots that I was PROMISED *ahem @AlexDerossi* not to get ruined. Note: questionable substances did wipe off after further inspection.
All boots aside, it was fun for a $10 cover, my lipstick didn’t smear and the DJ played Beyonce. Need we speak anymore?
