Birthday rules: eat cake for breakfast, have as much wine as you want, rock playlists that scream “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY.” Listen to Sarah Hackwith’s feel-good birthday micro playlist. It starts with Usher’s “I Don’t Mind,” so you know it’s going to be a good one. Happy birthday, Sarah!
Welcome to the first humpday of 2015! You’re officially halfway through your first week of #failproof2015, so we’re giving you a virtual pat on the back in the form of this awesome playlist. Listen, get amped up for your sweat sessions, win at life (or, at the least, #failproof2015).
Power through the sweatiest week ever with Michelle’s Bootcamp Week micro playlist. Queen Bey and 50 Cent rounded out with some Zendaya and Semisonic (yep) — you’re welcome.
Need a little respite from a December full of go-go-go? We’ve got you covered. A compilation of our favorite end-of-class cool down music, Bari’s Wind Down playlist will ignite your inner zen and keep you calm amid the holiday chaos.
Need a little respite from a December full of go-go-go? We’ve got you covered. A compilation of our favorite end-of-class cool down music, Bari’s Wind Down playlist will ignite your inner zen and keep you calm amid the holiday chaos.
Check out Kara‘s latest MACRO playlist for an energizing mix that, in full disclosure, will likely convince you to do a Bari double tonight. To quote Britney, you better work…
Power through your hump day with a little help from Courtney‘s current favorite MACRO playlist. And if Icona Pop makes you want to Bari101 in your office, go for it. (But maybe close your door first.)
Note to my other sister, Eugenia, my other best friend, and the coolest of the three of us: Don’t get jealous! It’s not your birthday. I love you too.
My sister Daniella and I fought all the time when we were growing up. In the middle of our fights, I’d tell her, “If I was married to you, I would divorce you.” Especially when I called shotgun on our way to school, and she demanded that it was her turn since I’d taken shotgun every single day that week. (Let’s be clear. I always called it first. So it was always my turn. That’s how shotgun works. Back me up here, guys.)
With only a few years between us, Daniella and I grew up together. We did everything together. We even shared a room until I decided I was old enough to have my own bedroom — at which point I moved to the guest room next door with my whole wardrobe and books. (Yes, books. I didn’t have dolls; I read for fun.) Once we went our separate dormitory ways and transitioned from roommates to neighbors, we encountered a new nightly tradition: Whose room would we sleep in? Ultimately (read: several weeks later), I moved my stuff back into our room, and we lived happily ever after.
Siblings come with a special bond that’s difficult to put into words. You grow up together, usually in the same generation, which means you share the same music obsessions, favorite TV shows and fashion (or non-fashion) senses. Siblings understand you in a way no one else does. They get you. They see you at your best, and they see you at your very worst. And the next day they love you more. There’s an unwritten contract that goes into place the first time one sibling throws a shoe at the other that they will be best friends, unconditionally, for the rest of their lives.
It’s my sister’s birthday this week.
Five years ago for her birthday I took her to a Killers concert. It was just the two of us. We had perfect seats, far away enough from the crowd surfers and close enough that I didn’t really need my glasses to distinguish where the stage started and ended. (I was less blind back then.)
The entire concert was really phenomenal; but when this song played, my sister and I officially filed it away as one of our favorite songs of all times. (Our parents taught us to share well; this includes favorite songs.) I had heard this song before the concert, but when I saw them play it right in front of me, I got it. I had chills. I wanted the music to get louder. I couldn’t get enough of the energy in Madison Square Garden. I even got the urge to join the crowd surfers. (I didn’t. Please.)
This was Dani’s birthday in 2008. This morning, our song played at random in my playlist. And for a second, it took me back to that perfect moment when we were celebrating my best friend’s birthday. Some time between the 1:50 to 2:10 marks of that song — for those 30 seconds — nothing in the world is wrong, and I just want to hug my sister, or jump around with her like crazy people and tell her that I love her and that I’m so excited to be her best friend forever and ever. (And that If my husband would allow it, we’d still be sharing a room… )
I love you, Dani. Happy birthday. Can this blog post count as your birthday present?
