so, my dad and his buddy are in town and got rooms at half a dozen places up and down the Strip... prior to coming out here, they told me i could have their room at the Mirage again, since it's right across the street from the Venetian/Palazzo, where they're staying.  last time they were out here- about two months ago- i had their room at the Mirage and it wasn't anything amazing, so i was expecting much of the same... until i was handed a keycard with a top floor room number.  needless to say, i was a little startled when i got to my door (or should i say double doors) and the sign said "Penthouse".  so, now i'm chillin in bed smokin out of Lele and sippin on OJ in one of four 30th story penthouses at the Mirage all by mahself.  the bathroom is twice the size of my bedroom in my apartment... i have a living room with a bar and dining area... there's a pop-up TV at the foot of my bed.  add to this that i'm up at the craps table, am having two dinners at Delmonico Steakhouse in three days (first was last night), am going to a couple shows, and *might* go see Perry Farrell tomorrow night if i don't go to TAO.  it goes without saying that i'm STOKED!