The last time I was in Venice Beach was in high school. Our a cappella groups and jazz band had come to California for a national singing competition. (Oh, you didn't know I was in an a cappella group? Here are nine other things you may not know about me.)  One day on the trip, we went to Venice and they unleashed us rowdy teens (read: nerdy music geeks) onto the boardwalk with instructions to stay in groups. It felt like such freedom exploring the boardwalk, and it was a serious walk down memory lane this past weekend when Greg and I explored the area.