I knew the moment I heard the gasps and screams that Mads was causing trouble again. Mads, my Norwegian companion, tends to become argumentative after drinking Jaegermeister, and his assistant gave him a congragualtory bottle after receiving an honor from Norway for his work in ornithology.
He was lying on the ground with a nose covered in blood. William Zabka, enraged, was being held back by some of the other partygoers. I stepped in and removed Mads. After dusting him off, I was able to ascertain to some degree what took place.
Mads was ranting about how nothing of relevance had been done in the music industry since Spandau Ballet's "True". William Zabka, thinking it a joke, interjected that Johnny Hates Jazz had done some great work. Mads was mortified (his exact words were: "How dare he?"). He slapped William Zabka in the face. The slap triggered a flashback to all his roles as the high school bully in 80's films, and Zabka snapped. Note to self: remove all Jaegermeister from Mads's cupboard when we get back.
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