"One Shot is All I Need"

DC and I were hanging out in the apartment before his bartending shift just letting time pass by. Perhaps it was this severe lack of things with which to occupy our time, or perhaps it was the riveting plotline - but we found ourselves watching Sniper 3. I don't know if you've seen Sniper 1 or Sniper 2, but you don't get that sense of completion until you watch the entire trilogy.

Anyway there is one scene that I feel best sums up the movie/experience/adrenaline, and it has become my new favorite catchline. When it was explained to Tom Berringer's character (the main character, and yes he was the title sniper for all three movies) that he may only have time for one shot at his target, he swings around and looks just to the left of the camera, saying, "One shot is all I need."

"Seriously? That's you're new favorite catchphrase?" YES. The reason is this: next time you are at a bar and someone turns to you and gives you the nonchalant "hey man you want a shot?" just turn to him and with conviction declare "one shot is all I need."

We should have followed that advice that night. DC was closing up the bar and Todd, Kier and I were his only customers - waiting for him to get out so we could all scram. It was Monday, we were going to give our livers a break. That's when a certain gentleman came up to the bar with a bottle of Pernod. This wasn't any random dude, this was a privelidged guest who had ties to the owners. He also spoke no English.

After some time, we realized he was asking for a rocks glass, a brandy snifter, a pack of sugar, a coaster and a straw. This man wanted to do shots. The specific variety of shot he had in mind goes as follows - you dissolve the sugar in the Pernod in the snifter. You then light the Pernod on fire to warm it. Once warm, you pour the shot into the rocks glass and use your coaster to cover and trap the vapors in the snifter, drink your warm sugar shot from the rocks glass, and use your straw to inhale the reserved vapors. An optional move (an option only selected by our Polish friend) was to mime a bench press after the shot and a military press after the vapors.

After too many of these we ended up in the pool with a varsity bottle of wine, a twelve pack of beer and no lifeguard on duty. Then we woke up in the morning. The in-between part is a little hazy.