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The Coyote Ugly legend began with a girl, a dream, and a little bit of Wild Turkey.
I grew up in a lower middle class family in New Rochelle, New York and attended a very snobby Catholic High School. For the record, YES it is true what they say about Catholic school girls. I think part of my drive came from watching all my friends get into their new BMW's, given to them for birthday presents while I worked 2 jobs to pay for school and put gas in my '67 VW Bug. Surprising to most I am sure, I really liked the nuns at my school! In fact, they were responsible for making me believe I could accomplish anything. Although I am sure that they had different plans for me instead of dancing on top of a bar and sucking every last dollar out of my customer's wallets. However, for this gift, I will give thanks to god and the nuns of Ursuline High School in New Rochelle, New York.
After my high school graduation, I was bound for NYU. Unfortunately, without the nuns, I was a little more distracted in my college years. Instead, the next person who would help shape me was my pool hustling boss of Trevis Italian restaurant, a local joint at which I was thankfully employed. He taught me the ins and outs of pool and I ended up teaching him how to make money in the bar business. Even though I was only 17 years old and a waitress, it seemed like I had a natural instinct for making money.
My first chance soon came as one of the bartenders went on vacation and I was asked to fill in. I made several hundred calls to ensure all my friends visited me on my premiere bartending night. It went over pretty well and I was given three bartending shifts a week after that (I am sure Danny still wishes he hadn't gone on that vacation). That is where it all started. When I became more comfortable behind the bar, I would have a few drinks and I found myself on top of the bar singing to whatever came on the jukebox, hustling drinks for customers (and for myself) while making a lot of money doing it. I did so well that the owner closed down the kitchen and turned his place into a bar that only sold liquor.
