In case you weren't tempted by the seductive little NJ Guido hyperlink in the post below, here's a sample from an essay by a midwestern transplant titled "Memoirs of an Aspiring Guido": "Much of the night was a blur; a veritable whirlwind of L.A. Looks hair-care products and manicures that would rival the Sistine Chapel. I look back on it now and it pains me to think that I went through the first 24 years of my life without ever knowing that grown men could wear colored sunglasses inside; without ever knowing that an IROC isn't just a car, it's a way of life; but most of all without ever knowing what it meant to be a guido. It was the middle of August and I was in Manasquan, NJ. I had never been to the Jersey shore before, but 5 dear friends who needless to say all have last names the end either with an 'A' or an 'O' guaranteed me a great time."
Memoirs of an aspiring guido [NJ Guido]