It is Saturday night and I am stuck inside.  Sick (damned allergies).  So, what is there to do but surf the internet.  Tonight’s google search led me to my past.  I had to go in search of an ex to find the pictures from my Hawaii vacation in 2003. I am bad at remembering to take pictures.  That job has always fallen to someone else (I really do appreciate the fact that M captures so much, even if it is my bad skin in Hi-def.)

The trip was supposed to be a girl’s vacation.  A trip to visit my best friend (and best roommate EVER).  He decided to crash the trip (yet another story). Anyways, in my internet trolling I found out that he is very much unlike me (hence the break up).  He didn’t erase all traces of me (I jettisoned almost all traces of the 2.5 years we were together).  The pictures are all there.  That meant I could find the pictures from that trip.

Recovered Hawaii vacation photo by an Ex-boyfriend. Hunama Bay- Jan 2003. This is the warning sign for the "Toilet Bowl"

But alas, with all internet trolling comes information.  I was reminded of the movie High Fidelity.  The part where John Cusak wants to look up all his exes.   I will admit that I do that periodically.    I think there is truth in the practice of looking back to move forward.