Weekend in Las Vegas

EACH SPRING, the tulips blossom, the birds, bees and butterflies soar in the fresh air, and a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love...

HOWEVER, if you graduated from Azusa High School your thoughts turn to tumblin' dice on the craps tables, the loud music of one armed bandits, winning hands of 21, tall drinks in souvenir goblets, all you can eat buffets, And the men become eager to bet a bundle at the tables and take home their willing women dressed to the nines..


We aren't sure if this bizarre form of migration occurs because so many of us live in areas where the WINTERS are harsh and cruel or if it's some weird bonding ritual passed down in our genes from residency in Azusa.

But the Azusa Alumni who have met and bonded on this web site just feel compelled to meet and mingle in Las Vegas in the Spring.

This is an informal adults only event. It has proved to be a blast each year, click the photo albums for photos and stories. (there are many references to previous trips on this page) Never been to one of our Vegas trips? All are welcome.

Define weird

We all have the same common background and some of us even knew each other as kids but driving or flying hundreds of miles to spend a weekend in sin city with people you met on the internet may seem weird to some. But after getting there it has proven to be a blast 2 years in a row and it seems as if we have known each other all of our lives. If you are thinking of joining us next year please do, you will not regret it.


What's with the couch you ask? In 2002 we all meet at the Rio for dinner, watched the Mardi Gras parade (Tim flashed his boobs to one of the guys and got me some beads) played some slots. Then all 8 of us piled in my burb and went to Fremont Street to see the light show and gamble some more. On the way back to the our hotels, we were cruising down the freeway, the SUV in the lane on my left slammed on his breaks, I slowed down then Lynette yelled from the third row seat "COUCH!". There was a couch moving across the freeway, like migrating elk, heading into my lane. I missed it but I'm not sure if the guy next to me did. I said a bad word *blush*, that is just something you don't see every day. ~ Julie

About the Weekend in Las Vegas

Time: Next Party Weekend LONG overdue!

Reunion Contacts:

20 Clues We Should Call It A Night

  1. We have absolutely no idea where our Crown Royal bag is.
  2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling WOO-HOO is truly the sexiest dance move around.
    <Rox, Dixie, & Caryn, I think this joke is implying that this move is not very attractive. What's up with that???.~ Julie>
  3. We spend more time driving in circles around the casinos than in the casinos.
    <Note to self: next time buy a squirrel>
  4. We start taking photographs of our cocktails.
    <I can't taste the rum, can you?>
  5. We drop our 10:00 p.m. Porterhouse on the floor (which we are eating even though we are not the least bit hungry), pick it up and carry on eating it because we are afraid the waitress will kick our ass.
  6. We start crying and telling every alumni we see that we love them sooooo much.
  7. There are less than three hours before we're due to hit the road for home.
  8. We spot a herd of migrating furniture on I-15. COUCH!
  9. We talk the security guard into letting us swim with the sharks.
  10. The men's urge to wiggle or pick their butts in front of hordes of total strangers becomes strangely overwhelming. <However no one is stranger than us>
  11. Our eyes just don't seem to want to stay open on their own so we keep them half closed and think it looks exotically sexy.
  12. We've taken up second hand smoking and become really good at it.
  13. We yell at the bartender, who (we think) cheated us by giving us just lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the rum.
  14. We think we are in bed, but our pillow feels strangely like the elevator floor. <fumble!> 
  15. The husbands take pictures of their wives boobs to post on the internet.
  16. We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.
  17. Our hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.
  18. We are tired so we just sit on the floor (wherever we happen to be standing) and take a quick nap.
  19. We give up at spending our dimes and drop them in a homeless man's cup so he can deal with it.
  20. We take our shoes off because we believe it's their fault that we are having problems walking straight.


News for the Weekend in Las Vegas

Weekend in Las Vegas 2007 April 17, 2007 by TetonTrekker -  Most memorable moments... Elvis Spotting! Watching Julie try to sneak up and pinch Damon in the a$$ The girls all coming down the water slide in the shark tank The lesbians in the hot tub. The alley at the Tattoo parler Sliding down the slide at the shark tank Tim was pinching Damons a$$ opps sorry what happens in vegas stays in vegas That really bad garlic smell.... pewy Photos:… Continue Reading ...
Azusa Alumni Vegas Trip 2003 March 30, 2003 by TetonTrekker - Attendees: Eddie '82 & Trisha Trent Gabriel Falcon '80 Roxanne (Olejnik) '80 & Dave Hernandez '78 Julie (Krejci) '79 & Damon Wilson (Jackson Hole HS) & son Kyle (future JHHS grad) & Julie's mom Kathie Krejci (Baldwin Park HS) Tim '76 & Caryn (Samuel Ayer HS) Meeks & son Tim Jr. (future Granite Hills High Grad) Barbara (Williams) Slough '72 Nancy (Tucker) '67 & Ken Baker (Monte Vista HS) Dixie… Continue Reading ...
Las Vegas Weekend 2002 March 24, 2002 by TetonTrekker - We consumed much alcohol, ate much food, Rolled many dice, wore out the slots, & shopped 'til we dropped. What a BLAST!!! Departure from Jackson Hole Departure from Colorado/California The girls take an infamous "Wilson Detour" to a small corner of Zion National park. Saturday Morning at the Gold Coast Roxanne Lafferty-Wilson (Julie's friend), Julie Krejci-Wilson '79, Irene Schroeder (Julie's Friend), Dave Hernandez '78, Roxanne Olejnik-Hernandez '80, Tim Meeks '76,… Continue Reading ...