Rewind back a few years and my friends and I found ourselves on spring break in the beautiful city of Acapulco. It was our senior year and the five of us were super excited to go - it was a hilarious trip with black mail pictures to prove it.
Anyway, apparently our college break aligned with Ohio State and every other New York and New Jersey schools. So, it was a bunch of midwest girls surrounded by Italian boys. We met a group of guys on the first day and hung out with them the whole week. Yes, they were Italian and from some school in New York (clearly not important at the time.) We are talking accents and all and sometimes I felt like we needed a translator.
Anyway, these boys didn't do the gel-hair-thing. So, they would yell at every other Italian who did (I think Pauly D was probably there) a guido.
Can you spot Pauly D?
Now, not being Italian, I was pretty sure it was odd that another Italian was calling an Italian a guido, right? Well I was schooled in the world of guidos by these boys and they assured me they weren't, but the fools who tattooed themselves with italian flags or tribal symbols, wore chains and gelled the hell out their hair, were in fact guidos.
Some of non-guidos with us
In order to fully understand the haaair, here is a video showing how Pauly D does his haaair on a daily basis with a step-by-step blow out. Be schooled, young ones, be schooled.
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