NOW PLAYING: JUST THE TWO OF US
(INSTRUMENTAL VERSION)

Now by the power vested in me, ladies and gentlemen, I present . . . . . . Andréa & Neal SKRENNINGER THE RECESSIONAL Just the Two of Us Grover Washington I see the crystal raindrops fall And see the beauty of it all Is when the sun comes shining through To make those rainbows in my mind When I think of you some time And I want to spend some time with you Chorus Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I We look for love, no time for tears Wasted waters 's all that is And it don't make no flowers grow Good things might come to those who wait Not to those who wait too late We got to go for all we know Chorus Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I I hear the crystal raindrops fall On the window down the hall And it becomes the morning dew Darling, when the morning comes And I see the morning sun I want to be the one with you Chorus Just the two of us We can make it if we try Just the two of us Just the two of us Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I Building castles in the sky Just the two of us You and I At this point, Chuck, Cari & Rico followed us up the aisle (we did not require that they, too, dance), and Nancy & Bob were *supposed* to then follow [or dance, as the mood dictated] up the aisle, gathering up the guests to join us outside for the Receiving Line. Unfortunately, due to a SNAFU, Mr. Milisauskas pulled Nancy & Bob over to the side to RE-Sign the Marriage Certificate because they had signed in BLUE rather than in BLACK (why didn't anyone mention this before the ceremony so we could be prepared??). This left the guests milling about with no idea where to go while the Reception tables were being set up, and it left Neal, Chuck & myself standing outside, wondering where everyone had gone. We had hoped to lead everyone through the area in a sort of Conga line, but it was not to be (probably to the guests' relief).

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