Holy crap.
Once you get past the line, the other line, then the last line, you walk into a day clubber's paradise.
Loud, banging bass (We saw Dada Life! They were amazing!) Beautiful people everywhere (ugly ones too, but I didn't focus on them).
I went with eight buddies for my bachelor party, and we had the time of our lives at Wet Republic. We didn't spend $1,500 on a cabana or bottle service and got in just fine with our pre-sale tickets. Then we enjoyed the $10 beers and danced the afternoon away!