Trying to get up as late as possible on Saturday morning, but the Death Disco was going next door, so it was a little hard to sleep. I finally made it at sometime after 5 AM but was up at noon for the Liverpool – Man City game which was thankfully a 1-1 draw, always a result, not being beaten by Man City. Aussie Pete was coming around at 3 PM to put up some shelves and hang Ziggy. But before he arrived, Sarah and I were off on another quest for more shelves, this time out of the city. If you are going to have an Archive, you’d better have shelving and what could be more exciting than Facebook Marketplace to find it? We sure know how to have a good time.
As CDs have become less popular, CD shelves have become superfluous and it seems you can find the classic IKEA CD shelf for less than half the price. The only problem is getting them when your car is stuck broken down in England. But we had the hire car for Spain, so we decided to take the opportunity to pick up some shelves we’d seen that had been listed for weeks and were still available. The first one wasn’t in Porto, it was in the suburbs of Braga, a town north of Porto about 45 minutes away, but it was blue! Haha, and not an IKEA shelf, luxury. Plus, it was only €20. So after the football was done, Olivia waited in for Pete, and Sarah and I drove to Braga.
We already had a shelf this size here and after measuring it figured that if it went right up to the gear stick then it would just fit into the car, a small Mitsubishi SUV. So off we went, it was Saturday, so not so traffic-y on the afternoon freeway. We found the place, bought it, and put it in the car, perfect, except this wasn’t the only stop. We headed back to Porto to pick up what was originally two more shelves and that turned into three and there was no way they were going to fit, the roof was just too low in the car. They were in Mindelo on the coast near to Matosinhos, so we drove there, discovering that it was worthwhile if only for the smell of the sea that hit us as we pulled over in front of the house. Still, the point of the trip was for the shelves and they weren’t all going to fit.
The lady we bought them from was selling all three for more than half price and I explained our dilemma and asked if it would be possible to take one and come back in an hour or so for the other two. She was really nice and agreed and let me take the one without paying – trusting Portuguese people. Back at The Archive, the Saturday night traffic was building up, the ladies of the night would be busy and our street was packed with cars. Instead of parking, we slipped the shelves out with help from Pete and Olivia, I got straight back in the car and we immediately drove back for the other two shelves. The sea air signalled our arrival and I gave Clara the money. Sarah and I decided to go and have a look at the sea before we drove back into town. That beautiful roar and fresh salt air in your lungs, but it was quite cold, so we didn’t stay long. We stopped off on the way back for petrol as two almond Magnums in the fridge jumped out at us.
Back in town, the street was buzzing. We did the same thing and dropped off the shelves, this time I jumped out too and Sarah took the car back to the rental place. Pete was finishing off the hanging, we had dinner and I tried to catch up on writing. When the girls had gone to bed, I sat and endured the Death Disco for another night. It wasn’t like I had to get up at 8 AM or anything.