The unit was purchased after an all -day marathon of bidding at Public Storage locations throughout the city. We had about six or seven locations and we purchased this unit and another unit at the very last location of the day, on the historic St. Charles Ave. We were very strategic on this day-- we like to wait for the very last location of the day in a marathon day of bidding because usually the bidders (and funds) taper off by the end of the day so it's a good way to get units for a fraction of the price. We also knew that Tropical Storm Lee was coming our way and Brian was smart enough to realize that this is the only facility in our area that is completely enclosed, even the parking lot area. We were able to load 4-5 loads into the van without getting even a drop on anything. This facility has it's down sides, too-- they have a homeless lady who lives inside a unit and frequents the hallways-- she's done this for years. They also have an entire level that does not have elevators (it's a terrible ordeal to try to push a cart down the stairs)-- but fortunately neither of our units were on those levels.
If you'd like to see close-up photos of all of the individual pieces of art, you can click here.
Ahh.. a Sterilite bin. This must have been next to Melanie's bed, judging by the contents. There were some very... interesting things inside! Oh, I guess I didn't tell you about the tenants (although I did elude to them in another post... all this time we've been opening things that look like an older man's items (minus the woman's golf shirt and birkenstocks), and as we got to the front of the unit we start seeing Melanie ___ all over everything -- I still don't know the relationship of the couple, but I know it was a 35-36 year old woman and a 45-50 year old man. He was paying for the locker and his name was on the bill, but it seemed like 65% of the stuff was hers. Maybe they recently moved in together and had to combine their assets? I'm not sure). -- either way, this HAD to have been hers, and it was full of personal, private things.... and some goodies. First up in Melanie's treasure trove:
Letters from a Storage Locker #8 and generally a trail of love destruction. For the record, I did pop the photo cd in my computer (I always do!!) and it contained the girl and her ridiculous friends putting on lingerie costumes and dancing on bars around town. There was also a series of pictures at a Mardi Gras ball where people started licking and sucking on each other in the worst possible places ON THE DANCE FLOOR. Chandelier and wooden floor and all. Why are WE not invited to those kinds of parties, Brian wanted to know.