“Georgie is right here. That's Georgie. Yeardley is back here,” she said, using a laser pointer on the screen. “He’s making his way back to where Yeardley is. He must be telling her to come over to say hi.”
Massaro explained that it was around midnight on Saturday. That Love was wearing a black-and-white-striped tank top. That at one point the two held hands. That Love hugged Huguely’s relatives and stood chatting with them in Boylan Heights.
(Jenna Johnson/The Washington Post) - Boylan Heights, a restaurant and bar near the University of Virginia campus, was a popular hang-out of Yeardley Love and George Huguely.
The Washington Post’s Jenna Johnson reports on the closing arguments in the murder trial of George Huguely, who is accused of killing his ex-girlfriend Yeardley Love. The jury will begin deliberating on Wednesday. (Feb. 19)
Details of the rest of that weekend’s events emerged in testimony at the trial.
Love had just returned from a lacrosse road trip to Northwestern, during which she and Huguely exchanged angry, profanity-laced e-mails.
Huguely and the men’s lacrosse team were celebrating having just won their last regular-season game.
The next day, members of the men’s team went golfing with their dads. Huguely started drinking early that morning and continued on the course, becoming progressively more drunk, missing shots and telling incoherent stories in the clubhouse. He drank wine at dinner with his father and two teammates. He drank beer back at his apartment with friends. At about a quarter to midnight, he headed over to Love’s apartment. When she wouldn’t open the door, he kicked through it.
Love and her roommates had been in and out of Boylan Heights that Sunday nearly as often as they were in and out of their three-bedroom apartment. They stopped by for brunch, then returned home to study for upcoming final exams. They went back for pitchers of beer, then returned home to shower. The plan was to go back to Boylan Heights at about 10.30 p.m. for a friend’s birthday party, but Love decided to go to sleep instead.
Hours later, her roommate returned home from a night of bar-hopping with a men’s tennis player to find an unresponsive Love facedown in a bloody pillow on her bed.
That was nearly two years ago, and half of the undergraduates who were on campus then have since graduated and ventured into the real world. They were replaced by another wave of students, another wave of lacrosse players, another wave of 20-somethings gathering at Boylan Heights.