Wet Republic

Think MTV's The Grind: Beach House Edition, circa '94, except 15 years later, the music's changed, it's in Vegas, and occassionally, Jon Gosselin will stop in to sign beach towels. Welcome to Wet Republic: a sloppy shitshow of epic porportions. MGM pool gets taken over by DJs and drunkasses from all ends and of all stripes; bottle service wins hearts, or at least a place to sit. For example: a chair's gonna run you a $100 minimum. Supposedly less "trashy" than other pool parties in town, but despite all that chlorine, still just as greasy.