· 10/27/06 I was having lunch with some coworkers at the cafe at Bergamot Station in Santa Monica today and had my best celeb sighting ever (for me, at least). I'm mid-sentence when my coworker interrupts me and points to a petite woman with a mound of bright red hair on top of her head making her way to the counter to order. It took me about 10 seconds to process that it was my hero, Shirley Manson, with a male companion. She was dressed in all black, with no makeup except bright red lipstick and was absolutely stunning (I'd definitely go three-day gay for her). She seemed very relaxed and stopped to play with another patron's puppy before going inside to order. I was geeking out way too hard to say anything to her, which is probably for the best. I would have made a complete ass out of myself.