I'll respond with a choice excerpt form this weekend's blog entry:
My mother got back from Florida around 4 and we had to get ready for a party being thrown by some friends in New Jersey. We go and it's really crowded and noisy, and I immediately exile myself to talk to their daughters with whom I am friends and one of whom is in Georgetown right now and I haven't spoken with in ages. Anyway, downstairs in the room adjacent to that where the buffet is located and a crowd has accumulated for dinner, I notice a man on the floor. Nobody else seems to be reacting around me save for a few good semaritans courteously asking about the room "is there a doctor anywhere?" I continue to run into people I recognize who say things to me like "Hey! How are you? Just a second... is there a doctor here! Anyone?" The party was such that even the arrival of the ambulances did not interrupt the flow of things. I was upstairs with Georgetown girl when they got there and she jokingly mentioned, looking out the window, "Thank god, the police are here". I responded casually that they were probably here for the dying man in her living room. Only she seemed to react.
When I went back downstairs, the guys were attaching electrodes to his chest and two thoughtful guests had lifted up a tablecloth over the doorway to shield him from view. I thought perhaps that an electromagnetic field was making me hallucinate what was going on, because you'd have thought someone had dropped a wine glass. Thank God they revived him, and as they were wheeling him out on the gurney he waved meekly, queen elizabeth-style, good-bye to the guests. I think that was when most people noticed what happened and they forgot within the hour.