I say "Oh my GAWD" because I finally met someone who literally sang the soundtrack to my 21st year. Brian Holland is the lead singer for a rock group called "Offspring." He and his band are still together, though not as popular as they were back in the 90's. They sang "Pretty Fly for a White Guy," and several other tunes that we all would blast on the stereo.
He's a pilot, and has a bitchin hangar next door to my boyfriend's out at the airport. Steve told me about him several years ago, but I've never been lucky enough to meet Brian because he's either taking his private jet out to the taxi-way, or he's driving his truck out of there.
His hangar is bitchin because it's big enough to hold his jet that has an anarchy symbol on the tail fin, his Russian L-39 jet that he flies for fun, and also the two story condo that he had built in there. Steve showed me the condo one day, when Brian was out of town. It has a "patio" out front (although inside the hangar) with a green astroturf lawn and a custom pool table. Then inside, the downstairs has a full bar and big screen t.v. with all kinds of comfy furniture. The upstairs has a master suite, a second bedroom, and two bathrooms. The master suite has a big screen t.v. as well. I guess Brian had all this built in there before he had a house in Havasu. Or maybe it's a guest house or something...
So I finally had the chance to meet him on Saturday. Steve had invited me to tag along on the flight to Calif, to take his boss back home to Santa Ana. As we were getting the lear jet ready, Brian and his co-pilot Mark happened along. I got to meet them both, and they seemed kinda confused about who I was. Mark finally just came right out and asked what I was doing there. When I said I was Steve's girlfriend they kinda got speechless, like, "Dang Steve's a cradle robber!" Too funny.
