Jessi Masi and Ganesh Masard got married. It was your first wedding. And outside of the bride, I really must say, you stole the show.
Your mom positioned you well for all that show theft for what it’s worth. For every event, you had a tailor made outfit. You wore it with grace and style. Even when you put different parts of your clothing in your mouth, you did so with elegance.
Here are some artistic glam shots from the wedding itself. Mostly because you were sleeping and I couldn’t get a great all-in photo of you to start (it’s hard to magically crop out all of the different belts that strap you in the Cybex Aton.) But also because your Eku Foi started taking the top down photos of you through your bow so I think we’re going to keep that theme flowing. From there, I thought jewelry shots would be lovely. And wouldn’t you know it? They are.
I was able to get a shot of it all coming together, with you in your mom’s arms and a hell of a backdrop that only you two could outshine.
After 12, I’m worse than a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, you’re horrified But this ain’t the cinemas or Tales From the Dark Side By any means necessary, this is what has to be done Make way cause here I come My DJ cuts material Grand imperial It’s a must that I bust any mic you hand to me It’s inherited, it runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back If that don’t slow ’em up, I carry a full pack Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should have kept off You didn’t keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you’re about to see A pastime, hobby about to be Taken to the maximum, I can’t relax see, I’m Hype as a hypochondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those that act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I’m the remainder So close your eyes and hold your breath And I’mma hit ya with the blow of death Before you go, you’ll remember the scene The fiend of a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend The microphone fiend