Yeah, it's just a quick 405 ride from Culver City, but, let's be honest, Long Beach may as well be another world. Case in point, these 21 things you totally don't understand about your neighbor to the South (unless you're from there).
Long Beach is not Los Angeles
It’s not Orange County either. It’s somewhere totally different and, uh, way better. Recognize.
If it's after dark and you live South of Anaheim St, take that parking spot
You may not find another one. No, seriously, you're not going to find another one. Parking is impacted and street sweeping starts at 4am. Take it and walk.
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Sure there’s sand and sun, but the surf? Not so much, sorry. That breakwater about a mile offshore prevents waves from coming into the harbor, but... at least it keeps the rent cheap?
You can ride your bike everywhere
The city is mostly flat and there are enough bike lanes to get you all over town and back, meaning you never have to lose that sweet, sweet, precious parking spot.
Yep, that's the house from Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Also, the backdrop for your favorite TV shows, like CSI: Miami, Dexter, and True Blood.
No one actually goes to The Pike at Rainbow Harbor
It’s a big, gaudy tourist trap full of empty storefronts that serve no purpose except to spectacularly take up space. It’s so bad, we even resent the Ferris wheel. Who resents Ferris wheels?
Sometimes we do like going to the Queen Mary, though
That big metal boat floating out there in the water? It’s a tourist attraction, sure, but the hotel rooms are cheap, the restored 1920s Art Deco bar has killer city views, and ghost hunting is a free-for-all game. Staycation win.
Those weird tropical-looking islands off the coast are not really islands
They’re oil rigs the city allowed to be built as long as the company made them look like exotic islands. So they hired the same firm that works with Disney to do it -- minus animatronics. And rollercoasters.
It’s always 10 degrees cooler than LA
That brisk ocean breeze spares us from the eternal hellfire plaguing the rest of Los Angeles County.
Those skinny bearded guys hanging out at Portfolio coffee shop?
Don’t worry, they’re just looking for the nearest hipster chick to talk up.
Those big hairy guys hanging out at Hot Java?
They’re definitely not interested in women. AT ALL.
It's not homophobic to call it "The Gay Ghetto"
Our quaint little stretch of gay bars on Broadway is the antithesis of WeHo’s club scene. "The Gayborhood" is also acceptable.
It’s pronounced "Juan-a-perro"
Pronounce Junipero Ave as "jew-nip-ero", "jew-nigh-pero", or "who-nip-ero" and we’ll know you just got into town.