My parents cannot get enough of Pauley Perrette. They simply adore her. Ironic because when I was sneaking out the house to go to Limelight back in 1992, it's very likely that she was checking my coat. In retrospect it doesn't surprise me at all that she worked her way to where she's at now. I'm sure that Expedia gig is hooking her up nice.
Pauley was a smart girl. There were certain people in that "scene" if you will who seemed really together, yet could still be fun and engaging. Even with the volatile nature of nightlife jobs, she always seemed to have one. There were certain people back then who had a certain something and people just really liked them. Chloe Sevigny was like that but we can get to her later. I didn't really expect Paulie to end up on mainstream primetime network television with my parents, but I'm happy to see her rach that level of success.
She was a coat check girl at Webster Hall. At Limelight I think she did a bunch of things. Go-go, cigarette girl, coat check, bartender. She was a centerfold in one of the issues of Michael Alig's Project X. So she was somewhat of a personality downtown, plus I remember her being really talkative and crazy personable. Like I said...people just really liked her.
I'd see her from time to time in magazines, and on the occasional talk show. She was on one because of her shaved head. I don't remember which show though. So she was pretty focused as far as getting herself out there. Based on her IMDB I would assume she started landed serious acting jobs shortly after that time period.
I don't really have any crazy stories about her per se. There was one night where one of my friends somehow ended up with a fur coat. Because of this I can shed some profound insight on alleged klepto Lindsay Lohan.
It's 5 am, you're at a club. You don't have to drive home, and you've been pounding vodka cranberry all night. You are friends with the coat check people, your friends are friends with coat check people. For some strange reason you find yourself getting your coat at the end on the night along with about 800 other people who want to get out of there as quickly as you do. The coat check people want to get out even faster. It's often chaos. Things happen.
This coat gets picked up by that attendant handed to another and told to give it to "her"; there is a lot of margin for error there. It's often crowded and unless the person is right there as the mix up is happening, It's not totally out of left field to just put a coat on and be like ...."well when did I buy this..?" Especially if you are drunk.
Please, even if I were just a little bit tipsy. Someone plops a $25,000 russian sable on my ass, I'm a pray that it's rightful owner never shows up. There is an infinite amount of possibilities as to how that situation transpired. I don't totally fault on Lindsay. I partied my ass off too and never meant any harm.
Back to Pauley...
One night one of my friends ended up with a fur coat. I actually wasn't there when this happened. I had hooked up with some random hot dude, but I would hear about it the next morning. Anyway, they traipsed all over town and back to my friends apartment. He lived across the street from F.I.T. Someone had seen him leaving with the coat on. His roommate was my friend Chris who worked there also, so they knew how to track it down.
I'm not sure 100% what went down. But I do know it was Pauley who was sent to retrieve the coat. Which they end up dropping out the window to her. In this case the parties involved were beyond bonkers. It's an Amy Winehouse level of partying that I'm hoping the ones who understand are in the minority. The one who gave me the scoop was my friend Peter who was not a big drug user. About a year later he discovers pot and his interest in going out wanes considerably.
I'm not really sure what kind of partying Pauley did if any. She always seemed pretty focused, even when the rest of us were falling all over each other.
A quick read of her Wikipedia page shows she held a wedding but filed a civil partnership......see that..!
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