ON CAMPUS — If the shitty speakers outside the indie offices of KSDT student-run radio in the Student Center aren’t enough to get you grinding, back that ass upstairs to the Media Lounge, where the DJ VinYLphiles Club spins the hottest in top 40 and underground electro around the clock (they also hose an occasional rave/dance on campus — the most humid mob of heetered Asians on Earth). Porter’s Pub downstairs hosts a slew of high-school-style dances — sans decorations — throughout the year, including the Persian dance, where Middle-Eastern spirit hands meet grind-trains as long as dude’s ponytail, and the LGBT NON-sexist dance, at which bathrooms are rendered unisex (not to mention trashed) and even viscious diva dance-offs can’t deter record-high levels of enlightened acceptance. If you do make the daring trek to the corporately tucked Loft in Price Center, wafts of Windex and cheesy tots will soon be overcome by a euphoria one can only reach when defying the high-and-artsy with a body roll to move mountains.

OFF CAMPUS — Nothing beats another cheap, sticky house party, where
finding a newdoorway down which to slide can be an hourly highlight.
But if the landlord just can’t stand for another decade-themed
shitshow, a bluesy heaven of sweat and sophistication can be found in
the old-soul throwbacks of Lady Dottie and the Diamonds, who play three
nights a week at various venues downtown. A few 80-cent drinks at the
Brass Rail in Hillcrest on Mondays should prelude the real dance party:
Latin Night at Urban Mo’s, where salsa steps soon dissolve to
remixed-reggaeton mayhem. If you’re in the mood for a good roofie and
America is lookin’ way too tight-assed for tonight, try Coko Bongo in
Tijuana for a taste of SDSU Greek life without all the legal
restraints; limp back home to the Gaslamp for a thrashy light-show at
Belo, whose masturbatory DJs sometimes last until four in the morn’.