Purgatory and Marriage

Contrary to popular belief, the two are not related in any way. Now that we have that cleared up, Booty and I went to get our marriage license today. We went after I got off work at 3:30, which was wonderful because the traffic in S-M- during that time of day is reminiscent rather of that place at the center of which Lucifer stands entrapped in ice than of the hopeful mountain of journey (Read Dante, what do they teach them at these schools?). Anyway, we go to the county clerk's office, which on the outside almost looks like a nice lawyer's or architect's office, but which on the inside looks something like the DMV but smaller. As we waited to be called up to the desk we began comparing the place to purgatory and decided that Purgatory is like being forever stuck at the DMV where no one can find the correct paperwork you need, and the whole place smells moderately of urine, and the whole time you're waiting for the right paperwork you're trying to clean up the urine smell. Just thought I'd share that little philosophical gem.