Unless you have ever bartended, you have no idea how much making blended drinks suck.
This place had a “Brazilian theme” and they really pushed their frozen drink specialties. The bar I was working at this time was called Anacondas. I felt comfortable being back behind the bar, my blood pumped whisky (we won’t talk about my liver).
Obviously, I opted for early retirement from my stock market career. I made $250 a week at the Wall Street firm while I would make $250 a night bartending. My lack of funds forced me to get a second job bartending to pay the bills. I am an incredible salesperson but I still can’t pick a stock to save my life. Secondly, being a stockbroker doesn’t require you to know anything about the market you just need to be a good salesman. The first problem, YOU MAKE NO MONEY as an apprentice (not making money is something I am MORALLY against). So I decided to work on Wall Street but I found that there are two problems with apprenticing to be a stockbroker. My parent’s mantra “get a real job” kept echoing through my head (much like the sound of a police siren). I even considered social work as a career but when I found out you needed a masters to be successful, I quickly moved on to something else. During this time, I was still in college, changing my major every semester.
I found myself working in countless places bartending, waitressing and I even sold windows over the phone (I was desperate). I did so well that the owner closed down the kitchen and turned his place into a bar that only sold liquor. 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. 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). I made several hundred calls to ensure all my friends visited me on my premiere bartending night. My first chance soon came as one of the bartenders went on vacation and I was asked to fill in. Even though I was only 17 years old and a waitress, it seemed like I had a natural instinct for making money.
He taught me the ins and outs of pool and I ended up teaching him how to make money in the bar business.
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. Unfortunately, without the nuns, I was a little more distracted in my college years. However, for this gift, I will give thanks to god and the nuns of Ursuline High School in New Rochelle, New York.Īfter my high school graduation, I was bound for NYU. 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. 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. 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. For the record, YES it is true what they say about Catholic school girls. I grew up in a lower middle class family in New Rochelle, New York and attended a very snobby Catholic High School. The Coyote Ugly legend began with a girl, a dream, and a little bit of Wild Turkey. It seems like at least 3 times a week somebody will come up to me and ask, “How did all of this (Coyote Ugly) get started?” The birth and development of Coyote Ugly spans more years than I care to count, but here are the events from Coyote’s rough beginnings to where we are today.