Anchored by The Continental Club, a rockabilly joint known around the Fertile Crescent for being overly cramped, short of dancefloor space, yet inexplicably magnetic in its insidiously implanted desire to commit acts of inebriated debauchery, public licentiousness and poor attempts at two-stepping, SoCo attracts more and more each year to its decadent throng, lending credence to the viability of the bumpersticker slogan found throughout South Austin, "South Austin, Secede!"
Person A asks,
"Where're you headed tonight, brah?"
Person B, a recent transplant from the hills of Pennsylvania, living in the '04, thinking himself all-too-hip, answers,
"SoCo, of course! It's First Thursday. Plus, Guy Forsyth is opening up for Flametrick Subs at The Continental Club. Comin' with?"