Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 6:09 AM
From:
Peter
To:
Rose
Subject:
Re: Come to my office ASAP.
On my way now.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 3:13 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Worried
Now I’m really worried. You aren’t answering any of my calls. What’s going on, Iz? Come on. Please talk to me.
Izabell_Chin I like wnie.
3:58 PM Dec 17th via twitterfeed
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 4:15 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
Do youuuu have that ol e-mail I wrote to Rose??? Did I sent it to u? I think I repermantenly delted it from my emale. I wnt to send it to her snce she’s ruin my life. Snd me it if u have it and I’ll send to her that birtch.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 5:23 PM
From:
Annette
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Drunk Izzy
E—
I tried calling Izzy’s cell, but she won’t answer. If we don’t hear from her by tonight, you may want to show up at her door unannounced. I’m usually a fan of “giving people space” when they’re going through stuff like this but …
Have you talked to Brooke? She’s usually good at this sorta thing.
—Annette
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 6:16 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
Tollasdh runkdv and drinkinga no work ging to bet fired if illllllll don’ta get over hits.
Oosp.
—ZyI
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 6:26 PM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
That’s it. Two days of this shit? I’m getting in my car now and driving to kick your a** into shape.
And, please install that new Gmail function that prevents drunken e-mails such as this one when you’re sober.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 7:07 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
Wilsasober us up. As f now. Prmis.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 7:17 PM
From:
Rose
To:
Peter, John
Subject:
Let’s meet at the airport at 5 AM for our 9 am flight to be on the safe side.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 7:53 PM
From:
Brooke
To:
Elizabeth
Cc:
Annette
Subject:
Izzy
Just got off the phone with Annette. Am Cc-ing her on this e-mail. Well, what do we do? Izzy’s obviously not taking this well. And, who would? I mean, her heart’s broken. Poor thing. Let’s give her till tomorrow morning. If she doesn’t stop drinking, Netty and I will drive from Charlotte to Atlanta with chocolate and ice cream. (And, a copy of Bridget Jones’s Diary—Netty’s highlighted and tabbed one.)
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 7:58 PM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Brooke, Annette
Re: Izzy
And, Pepto Bismol.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:17 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
djdgjaiwehighvidhgkgasektet*()#@_)$naredggj
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:26 PM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Izzy’s Meltdown
Ladies,
Proof below of Izzy’s meltdown:
----------Forwarded message----------
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:17 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
djdgjaiwehighvidhgkgasektet*()#@_)$naredggj
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:37 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth, Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Boo This Sux
Boxx this sux. Pete’s fking wasted our luv. I mis my freindssssss.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:39 PM
From:
Annette
To:
Izabell, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Boo This Sux
Izzy’s totally gone off the deep end. Now, she’s e-mailing ALL of us her meltdown. Can’t believe she’s documenting it in WRITING. What a waste.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:41 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Annette, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Boo This Sux
Ouch.
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:42 PM
From:
Annette
To:
Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Boo This Sux
Crap. Hit “Reply to All.”
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:44 PM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Boo This Sux
Paging “damage control, damage control, damage control …”
Sent:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:47 PM
From:
Brooke
To:
Elizabeth, Annette
Subject:
Re: Boo This Sux
Oh, well. Maybe it’ll wake her up.
Sent:
Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 7:17 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth, Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
I just woke up in my own vomit.
Sent:
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth, Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
And, I suddenly feel better. How does that just … happen … all of a sudden?
Sent:
Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 9:22 AM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Izabell, Annette, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
Waking up in my own vomit always makes me feel better. ;-)
Sent:
Thursday, December 18, 20
08 at 9:24 AM
From:
Elizabeth
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
Btw, what e-mail to Rose were you blabbering about yesterday? Some draft e-mail? Couldn’t make out what you were saying …
Sent:
Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 9:33 AM
From:
Annette
To:
Izabell, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Re: Yep, Still Drinking in the Middle of the Afternoon
All the bad stuff fades.
On an unrelated note, do you think this ever works for him (cut and pasted below).
Hey,
I like your profile.
—John
Btw, sadly but surely, this is the last “cut and pasted below” e-mail you will receive from me. My Match account expires tonight, and I didn’t renew it.
I actually met someone (yes, on Match, no teasing allowed), and we’re going on our fifth date. Believe it or not, I’m going to give it a shot. OK, that’s enough of that.
Oh, and it’s NOT Fishtankguy!
Sent:
Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 6:17 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
…
You are breaking my heart, Iz. That’s all I’m going to say. I deserve a phone call.
Sent:
Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:12 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Last Try
This is my last attempt at contacting you. I’ve left at least ten messages for you over the past few days, and you’ve responded to nothing. You have broken my heart, Iz. I had fallen in love with you. For what it’s worth, I guess I’ve realized that we aren’t meant to be—for whatever reason. I’ll never quite know.
I’m listening to The Beatles B-side “I’m Down” right now. It’s about lies, crying, and, oddly enough, wedding rings. Google the lyrics if you don’t know them. Then you’ll know exactly how I feel.
—Marty
Sent:
Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:15 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Peter
Subject:
Key, Etc.
Peter,
I haven’t seen you in a week. Hopefully you’ve managed to take some care of yourself while preparing for your hearing. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the key is under the mat. The movers are all done, and I’m officially out of the apartment. I vacuumed and cleaned the shower.
Hope all went well today. I’m sure you and the team did great.
Best,
Izzy
Draft:
Friday, December 19, 2008 at 11:54 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Tired
This e-mail was written but not sent and will save as Draft until further action.
The hearing went well, better than expected even. I have no doubt that we will win the case.
But, I have no idea what all that work was for. It somehow feels like a hollow victory.
I just got back from the airport, and I’m standing in the middle of our empty apartment. I’m so tired.
—Peter
Sent:
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 9:15 AM
From:
Peter
To:
Arnold
Subject:
Teaching Position
Arnold,
This is Peter Schultz, Irina’s son. She tells me that there has been a teaching opening at your school for these past few months. If that’s still the case, I’d like to hear more about it. If it’s already been filled, I completely understand—I probably should’ve written you sooner. What is a good number at which to reach you?
Best,
Peter
Sent:
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 9:30 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Elizabeth, Annette, Brooke
Subject:
The Process
And so, the process begins … I’ve moved in to my new apartment (which used to be my old one bedroom). I’m surrounded by boxes. In a moment of weakness, I thought about not unpacking, heading back to San Francisco, and starting from scratch. But, then I realized that would just be running away. And, I’m not going to run anywhere. I’m staying right here. I’m going to deal.
I never responded to Marty. I’ll respond at some point later in time. When I’m ready. I need to be alone. Is that horrible? I put the key under the mat for Peter. I wonder if we’ll ever talk again. I never heard any response from my last e-mail.
What a year. Merry pre-Christmas, ladies. I’ll call tomorrow. Love you all. Thanks for holding my sorry a** up these past few months.
—Your Crazy Izzy
Sent:
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 9:35 AM
From:
Dad
To:
Izabell
Subject:
?
Mom and I just got some really weird e-mail from you. It went directly to the Spam account for some reason, but we found it when we were cleaning out our folders. It’s like you wrote it in another language. Were you drinking???
Sent:
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 9:39 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Annette, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Oh
I just installed that G-mail function to prevent drunken e-mails. Luckily, I haven’t had to use it yet. ;-)
Sent:
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 9:45 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Annette, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Last thing!
I almost forgot! Funny story: After the movers finished packing all my stuff, when I was alone in our old apartment, I dug up the diamond ring and put it on my finger one last time. Confession: I also put on my $3,000 wedding dress. Can you just imagine if Peter (or anyone else, for that matter) had walked in? What a sight. Anywhoooo, I twirled that ring around—such a gorgeous ring—such a darn loss—still don’t understand why a girl can’t keep the ring. JUST KIDDING. Anyway, as I was twirling it around watching it sparkle, three of the tiny diamonds on the band just up and popped out!!!!!
No s—t. Well, I took that damn thing off immediately after that and put it BACK in the drawer.
As for the three little diamonds, I put them in my pocket. I plan to throw them out the window of my new apartment tonight—cremation style.
P.S. I’m still in the dress.
P.P.S. (KIDDING)
Sent:
Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 8:08 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Annette, Elizabeth, Brooke
Subject:
Merry Christmas
So, it’s Christmas, girlies.
All quiet on the man front. No word from Marty. No word from Peter. Nada.
Onward ho! (Get it? It’s Christmas!)
Love,
Izzy
Sent:
Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 9:19 PM
From:
Peter
To:
Jenny
Subject:
Merry Christmas
Great seeing you last week. Merry Christmas. Thanks for the advice. Maybe I’ll take it. Maybe I’ll e-mail her.
—Peter
Sent:
Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 10:58 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Marty
Subject:
Merry Christmas
Well, I write this e-mail to myself on Christmas day so that it may forever be documented in my Inbox. What a strange year. I lost the girl of my dreams to … I don’t even know what. And, even though she treated me like s—t toward the end there, I would still have taken her back on this very day had she simply sent me a Merry Christmas.
So much for my Rom-Com ending …
But, resilient as I am, it is back to the trenches for me. Onward and upward … Time to find the girl of my dreams! I know she’s out there!
Shut up and deal, Marty.
—Says Marty
Sent:
Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 11:29 PM
From:
Victoria’s Secret
To:
Izabell Chin
Subject:
Purchase Order Confirmation
Thank you for shopping at Victoria’s Secret.
This e-mail is to confirm the receipt of your recent order from Victoria’s Secret.