love you guys VERY much!!”
“We LOVE you too,” Brittany wrote back a minute later. “Glad you had a good time.”
Brittany also kept in touch with her siblings who lived outside the area: older brothers Jay and Chris, who lived in the Seattle area; younger sister Lauren, who lived there as well; and younger brothers Zach and Josh, who lived in Indiana and North Carolina, respectively. Indeed, a day after she gathered with her local sisters for the birthday celebration, Brittany learned that Josh, who was still in college, was low on funds to fly home for Thanksgiving. She reported it to her siblings in a group text message. “Hey Everyone, I just spoke with Joshy and he wasn’t going to come because he said he didn’t have the money,” Brittany wrote. “I was wondering if we could all pitch in and get his tic. I’m gonna look now and see how much we’re looking at. I will keep you posted. No phone calls until 10 please. My shows are on :).”
It prompted immediate responses.
“Let me know. I’ll donate to that cause,” one brother wrote.
“Of course, let us know!” another sister added. “What’s his schedule? I will also search for tickets.”
Brittany texted them back about two hours later.
“OK, so after a little research, if everyone can, we will probably be looking at about $65-$75/person. I will do more research tomorrow and finalize things then. Love Ya.”
They quickly thanked her.
“Of course,” Brittany wrote back. “Turkey Day wouldn’t be the same.”
*
Brittany had a taste for nice things: designer clothes, $35 crab cakes, Maker’s Mark bourbon, close-in seats to Washington Redskins games, a well-known hairstylist.
Brittany was known for always having great hair. It was hardly an accident. She went to one of Washington’s top stylists, who charged $275 for hairstyles. And he was the kind of professional you didn’t cancel on at the last minute without good reason.
So on December 28, 2009, Brittany gave him one. “I went home for Xmas and my grandmother is sick and in the hospital. She had a heart attack yesterday. Instead of flying back tonight, I am leaving Wednesday morning,” she texted from Washington—D.C., not Seattle. A month later, she had to cancel again, this time using the shifting schedule of a VIP guest at the Willard as her excuse. “I’ve got the Jonas Brothers coming on late now today at 7 instead of 3, so once again will have to reschedule,” she wrote the stylist.
“OK, no prob,” the stylist wrote back.
Brittany looked into buying a boutique condo or loft in downtown Washington, some going for close to a half million dollars. “I just wish I was rich so I could be like ‘I’ll take one of those and two of those!’” she wrote to a friend who worked at a nearby hotel. “I’m going to have to get a second job.”
Brittany struggled to find a steady boyfriend to replace the dentist, but certainly didn’t lack for companionship. On a trip to Miami with a friend, she met a guy from the United Arab Emirates. “When am I going to see you again?” Brittany wrote afterward. “I’m thinking Dubai in two weeks. What’s your work schedule like?”
“Naw, that’s not going to work,” he wrote back, suggesting she visit him after relatives cleared out and an upcoming religious observation concluded. “I have my parents there the exact same time. How about end of September? That would be a good time because Ramadan is coming in three weeks, so the entire country will be shut down for that month.”
Brittany proposed they stay in touch. “You enjoy the time you have with the fam.”
In Washington, Brittany carried on a longtime casual relationship with a Democratic Party operative that seemed to involve just two features—him telling her when he’d be appearing on TV and the two of them getting together for sex. Brittany seemed to always squeeze in time, often on a moment’s notice. Only a few things got in the way. “Baby, I need to
“We LOVE you too,” Brittany wrote back a minute later. “Glad you had a good time.”
Brittany also kept in touch with her siblings who lived outside the area: older brothers Jay and Chris, who lived in the Seattle area; younger sister Lauren, who lived there as well; and younger brothers Zach and Josh, who lived in Indiana and North Carolina, respectively. Indeed, a day after she gathered with her local sisters for the birthday celebration, Brittany learned that Josh, who was still in college, was low on funds to fly home for Thanksgiving. She reported it to her siblings in a group text message. “Hey Everyone, I just spoke with Joshy and he wasn’t going to come because he said he didn’t have the money,” Brittany wrote. “I was wondering if we could all pitch in and get his tic. I’m gonna look now and see how much we’re looking at. I will keep you posted. No phone calls until 10 please. My shows are on :).”
It prompted immediate responses.
“Let me know. I’ll donate to that cause,” one brother wrote.
“Of course, let us know!” another sister added. “What’s his schedule? I will also search for tickets.”
Brittany texted them back about two hours later.
“OK, so after a little research, if everyone can, we will probably be looking at about $65-$75/person. I will do more research tomorrow and finalize things then. Love Ya.”
They quickly thanked her.
“Of course,” Brittany wrote back. “Turkey Day wouldn’t be the same.”
*
Brittany had a taste for nice things: designer clothes, $35 crab cakes, Maker’s Mark bourbon, close-in seats to Washington Redskins games, a well-known hairstylist.
Brittany was known for always having great hair. It was hardly an accident. She went to one of Washington’s top stylists, who charged $275 for hairstyles. And he was the kind of professional you didn’t cancel on at the last minute without good reason.
So on December 28, 2009, Brittany gave him one. “I went home for Xmas and my grandmother is sick and in the hospital. She had a heart attack yesterday. Instead of flying back tonight, I am leaving Wednesday morning,” she texted from Washington—D.C., not Seattle. A month later, she had to cancel again, this time using the shifting schedule of a VIP guest at the Willard as her excuse. “I’ve got the Jonas Brothers coming on late now today at 7 instead of 3, so once again will have to reschedule,” she wrote the stylist.
“OK, no prob,” the stylist wrote back.
Brittany looked into buying a boutique condo or loft in downtown Washington, some going for close to a half million dollars. “I just wish I was rich so I could be like ‘I’ll take one of those and two of those!’” she wrote to a friend who worked at a nearby hotel. “I’m going to have to get a second job.”
Brittany struggled to find a steady boyfriend to replace the dentist, but certainly didn’t lack for companionship. On a trip to Miami with a friend, she met a guy from the United Arab Emirates. “When am I going to see you again?” Brittany wrote afterward. “I’m thinking Dubai in two weeks. What’s your work schedule like?”
“Naw, that’s not going to work,” he wrote back, suggesting she visit him after relatives cleared out and an upcoming religious observation concluded. “I have my parents there the exact same time. How about end of September? That would be a good time because Ramadan is coming in three weeks, so the entire country will be shut down for that month.”
Brittany proposed they stay in touch. “You enjoy the time you have with the fam.”
In Washington, Brittany carried on a longtime casual relationship with a Democratic Party operative that seemed to involve just two features—him telling her when he’d be appearing on TV and the two of them getting together for sex. Brittany seemed to always squeeze in time, often on a moment’s notice. Only a few things got in the way. “Baby, I need to
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