Las Vegas's "more is more" philosophy extends from its mile-long buffets to those tome-like escort catalogs optimized to get you over never bagging a cheerleader in high school. For pool to the max, step into Wet Republic, at the MGM Grand. Vegas's newest adults-only "day-life" zone is 53,000 square feet of dazzling moisture -- two saltwater pools, surrounded by six waterfall'd chlorinated affairs, 18 daybeds, 80 chaise lounges, and an ankle deep "wet deck" for Capri-pants-only happy hours. For rarified views of the foolishness, there are three private, skybox-level jacuzzis and six VIP bungalows decked out with plush king-sized daybeds, teakwood furniture, ceiling fans, giant flat-screens, stocked mini-fridges, and XBox 360s, with sheer drapery to veil steamy sessions of Resident Evil. For full-on parties, the enormous, wall-of-water-backed sundeck converts into a dance floor lorded over by a lifeguard stand/DJ booth; tunes are also pumped through underwater speakers -- technology that challenges your hard-learned lessons about toasters and bathtubs. Even the snacks & booze options are epic: lay your foundation with green papaya & shrimp summer rolls, lobster gazpacho gelee, tuna tartar, or (if you're an idiot) frozen strawberries in Grand Marnier chocolate; then, numb your sunburn with watermelon mojitos and Patron margaritas by the pitcher, Vueve Clicquot Sno-cones, or Red-Bull-and-vodka popsicles. Finally, your more-is-more attitude towards drinking has instilled itself into the realm of solid food.