Crazed behaviors, strange happenings, and bizarre events that we’ve taken part in, witnessed, or heard about? Inevitable during the weeks of Olympic madness. Here’s the good, the bad, and the ugly, brought to you in a mixed bag from those who survived to tell the tale.

Nouveau Hitchhiking:
“Was I dreaming or were we in a stretch limo last night?”
-Downtown Olympic madness, wee hours of the morning, no cabs to be had; why hoof it when you can blow $75 on a stretch limo for a 10 minute cab ride home?

Cougartown
“Who’s your friend?”
“My mother.”
-No more money to blow after greasing the bouncer at The Opus Hotel? Tag team the drunken Mother daughter combo who has plenty of bottle service to spare – sacrifice your good-natured male friends to ‘hop on a grenade’ so you can drink cheap. Olympic spirit is taking one for the team!

Sore loser…literally.
Ten douche bags follow one guy into a bar – head butting ensues – blood runs in the streets of Yaletown. Olympic anger at its worst.

Porcelain Podium.
Also known as realizing you are partied out when you find yourself barfing in the bathroom, next to your puppy – who is also barfing.

The Wake Up Call
Friends from east and west blasting Ke$ha’s Tik Tok so loud and so often it pushes dancers to insanity, tumbling down onto a table of bottles. “Why are we doing this still?” “It’s the Olympics! We have to wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy.” We didn’t.

RIOT!
WTO activists come to Vancouver to riot and smash the Hudson Bay’s front windows; destroying any possibility of an intelligent or peaceful protest of the games, globalization, etc.

Poisonous Olympic Spirits
TEXT MSG.: “Hey girl, sorry about last night, someone put MDMA in my drink and the rest of the night was a blur, wanna hang tomorrow?”
“Oh my god, that’s crazy! Are you okay?
“Oh ya! Had a blast! Caught me off guard, that’s all!”

Dad, is that you?
4 men in full on spandex suits (a la speed skaters), red, black, green, and white, covering the entire body, including their faces, making them completely anonymous and a little bit freaky to look at. Boom box backpacks blasting beats onto the streets of Yaletown – whooping it up with the crowd. We were tempted to hit on the one in white… he filled out his spandex quite nicely.