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Oxygen guy!

So after chatting outside the bar in West Hollywood with this butler.  He invites us back to the residence.  He is a live in help.  reassuring us that the guy he works for Peter, would absolutely love to have company.  Even at 3am.

So, off in a taxi we head up the hill, to this stunning condo.  We enter, and my new friend depressed the PH button.

Drunk and still wearing my flip flop all day I stumble out of the elevator into a grand foyer.  And set my eyes upon art work from the group of seven, Matisse, Picasso. stunned, we follow behind our new best friend.

We enter into a room, where a nurse is sitting beside this fat old guy.  Around his head is an oxygen mask.  The tube trails down the massive torso, to the floor and down this long hall way that is similar to the Louvre.

The nurse begins to talk.  Peter has had some trouble tonight.  14 Litres of oxygen right now.  Laboured breathing.  And on she went reporting the condition of this nearly dead man.

We are introduced to Peter.  He weakly holds my hand, and smiles.  Bright Blue eyes that sparkled look at me.  He begins to talk but i have no clue what he is saying through the mask., Darth Vader!  OMG.

He then leans and asks our friend to get the attention of another staff.   As wee tour the condo. stand on the balcony and take in the lights of LA, A rather pretty woman appears with a tray and champagne flutes.  She pours us a a glass and says there will be a light lunch served shortly in the dining room.

I smash back my drink and ask for another.  she immediately offers more.

I then need get the urge top pee.  I ask my servant directions to the bathroom.

Not getting into details, but the bathroom was stunning.

As I leave, making my way back to the party, I trip on something,  I stop, and look down.  I see a plastic tube has been wedged between my flip flop and foot.

Drunk, I place my hand on the wall, because if i bent over, i would have fallen over.  I begin to shake my foot.  Nothing.  That damn tube was not moving.  I then begin so move my foot back and forth like a Rocket on Broadway.  Funny, there was a lot of resistance.  More effort needed.  Now, I am like a football player giving the field goal kick.  Then finally, my flip Flop flies off into the room.  Thank God.  I am free and the flying flip flop didn't hit anything.

I gather my flip flop put it on and walk around the corner.

There, in front of me is everyone all over Peter.  OMG, is he dying?  I ask if I should call 911?

NO!  Go plug in the oxygen chord into the machine, Peter cannot breath.  Where is it I ask?  Down the hall past the bathroom.

WHAT?  OMFG.  That was the clear tube caught in my shoe.

I run down the hall, not concerned any longer about the cable.  Find his source of air.  I pick up the end of the tube, and put it back on the oxygen generating unit.

Go back down the hall and ask what happened,

Well, we just standing here talking and look over to see Peter moving his head back and forth violently.  I mean REALLY hard.  We didn't know if it was a seizure or if it was a heart attack.  The nurse, looking baffled as everyone else could not figure it out.

I said nothing.,   And because I was the only one that got to the oxygen fastest, Peter offered to take us out for lunch at Spago's the next day.  I was a freaking Hero?

Colour now returning to his face, and less laboured breathing.  Whew!  Now was the time to go.