Coyote Ugly cute

In Austin, I drank Yaegermeister shots. I never heard of it before, but I was informed by the barkeep that it was "like licorice cough medicine with a lot of codiene." I like licorice, so I had two or three, then sauntered on over to Sixth Street, which was the closest I've come to the Mardi Gras experience outside of New Orleans, and ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT. Stepping over the small puddles of vomit, I made my way to Coyote Ugly to meet those famous party gals. They really are a blast and very sweet, provided that you keep tipping, generously and continually. But a 10-spot got me some great photos. These gals would be great fodder for a Hollywood movie...but somebody already did that, and I heard that it sucked so severely that I never bothered seeing it. When I asked if the Austin Ugly was the real Coyote Ugly of movie fame, they told me it wasn't. The original, they informed me, is in...Manhattan. Needless to say, I'd never waste my time at Coyote Ugly...in Manhattan.