Most of the time, that’s a sign that the thing you’ve rediscovered is pretty unimportant and you could donate it to charity. Sometimes, though, the rediscovery is a good one and the thing is useful to find again.
In a box near the TV and stereo I found this small Fujifilm Instax picture taken of Tawn and myself and Tawn’s parents. They were visiting him in 2002 and we went to Fringale restaurant in San Francisco.
This was taken near the end of the meal, after we (primarily Khun Sudha and I) had consumed the better part of three bottles of wine. Khun Nui had had just a sip and Tawn, the driver, had maybe a glass.
After Tawn dropped me off back at home – I was still living on Eureka and 21st I think – I could barely walk down the hall, having to use both hands on the wall to steady myself against the spinning.
The next morning, Tawn’s father reported to him that he had “almost” been drunk the night before. That was when I realized I (or at least, my liver) would never be able to compete with my father-in-law.