When something's blown up in Cancun, it's bound to try its hand in Vegas, though not until after testing the waters in Orlando, the Bahamas, St Thomas, Playa del Carmen, Cozumel, Puerto Rico, Aruba, Mahahual Costa Maya, Acapulco, Ixtapa, Mazatlan, Cabo San Lucas, Hawaii, and, of course, Myrtle Beach. So it's no surprise that none other than Senor Frog's has hopped its way onto the Strip, dividing its 22k square amongst two VIP lounges, five bars, and a copious outdoor patio
Start off by cruising to the main bar and grabbing a seat on one of the stools casually painted to look like a bikini-clad butt, and take a minute to admire the art installation above you: an inner tube supporting another butt, with two mannequin legs dangling as though you were looking up from the ocean floor. Once done, order either a mug (you loser!) or a yard (you loser with a much bigger drink!) of a hilariously witty signature concoction like the Big Melons, the Mother Frogger, or the Frogasm, which's ribbited for her pleasure.
When you can barely stand, it's time to sit down at one of the wood plank garden tables in the dining room, order traditional Mexican plates of spaghetti & meatballs from the tightly themed menu, and pretend you're just waiting for someone while passing the time reading overhanging signs like "The speed of light: the speed of closing your browser and pulling your pants up when mom knocks on the door"
Should all else fail, go clear your head on the patio, where you can toss your hat in the ring for karaoke, hop into a conga line, or ogle a bikini contest, all cost effective activities if the city has already left you Spring Broke.