Visiting Santa Monica Beach shot me back to a carefree memory I made in San Diego. I was still in college, and a friend of mine was trusted with the keys to a beachfront condo at Coronado Island. So he invited me over, and we proceeded to play Monopoly for six hours. By 2 a.m., we decided to turn in, and I said, “Alright, this was cool. I’m going home now.” And he said, “Why not stay the night?”