Let me tell you a little bit about September 23.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s not<\/s> unusual<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Usually<\/em>, it begins with a spurt of texts sent over to my best friend (all in caps, packed with non-verbal screams, sent with confetti for that extra pizazz). Usually<\/em>, I spend the morning staring at my closet, as if the perfect birthday-night-out look will just come together itself. Usually, <\/em>she rolls up into my driveway with Ariana Grande oozing out of the car speakers, as we yell at each other in the street complimenting each others\u2019 outfits. Usually<\/em>, we hit 3 (maybe 4, if we\u2019re feeling extra saucy) restaurants in one evening, stopping in-between to grab some content for the feed. Usually<\/em>, even after we\u2019ve established that we\u2019ve both had our fill, we stop at Starbucks on the way home. (Venti refreshers, always.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unfortunately, as we\u2019ve been reminded over and over again, this is not like any other year. This is no \u201cusual\u201d September 23. This will be the first time in years <\/em>that I won\u2019t be able to celebrate my best friend in-person. And it stings a little bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okay, a lot a bit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ain’t no crying in the club<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

But we\u2019re not gonna let this bring us down! We\u2019re here to vibe, party, and toast to the absolute gem of a human being that is my best friend. How lucky am I to be in your orbit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So here\u2019s a spunky mix dedicated to my bes fren, my hypewoman, my main! These are tracks that remind me of her, mark special moments in our lives, or are bops that I know<\/em> I would\u2019ve queued up in the car on the way into the city.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sound on & celebrate! Luh you, main.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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