My office was across the street (corner of Berkeley and Boylston if you know Boston). We had a big meeting that day and I had worked until about 3:00 am on the presentation. Decided it wasn't worth the effort to spend 45 minutes driving home so I could sleep for 2 hours, take a shower and drive back to the city. So I grabbed a couple of cushions off the couch in the lobby made a little bed in my office and caught a few hours of shuteye.

Woke up about 6:30 and decided to walk across the street to the Starbucks to get something to eat. As I walked up to the door, there was a guy standing outside that was dressed head-to-toe in a FC Barcelona kit. He had a long white beard like Santa Claus and was barking like a dog.

Normally, I would have thought I was in a dream given this bizarre figure, but he was there all the time and everyone in the area knew him. I opened the door for him and let him go in first. He walked up to the counter and starting barking at the barista, who amazingly knew exactly what he was asking for and started making some complicated coffee drink for him---a squirt of this, a dash of that, a little whip cream on top, etc. Meanwhile, he continued to bark out directions to the barista.

As this was going on I heard the door open and sensed that someone was now standing directly behind me in the line. I turned to see if this person was watching this same, odd spectacle with the FC Barcelona/Dog man. When I saw who was behind me, my eyes must have done one of those cartoon things where they spring right out of the sockets---it was Elle Macpherson. We looked at each other for a second, then laughed at together for a second at the antics going on at the counter. Then, not wanting to stare too much, I turned back around. I remember that the first thought that went through my head was, "I just spent the night sleeping on the floor in my office, haven't showered, shaved, or changed clothes today and probably smell like a corpse. But since my only competition is an 18-year old tatted-up-pierced-all-over barista and a barking dog guy dressed in a soccer uniform, I'm still the most attractive guy here in the Starbucks right now, so maybe I still have a chance."

By the time I got to the counter to order, I couldn't remember what I had come for and simply pointed at the closest thing I could see. I then sat down and tried to act inconspicuous as I watched Elle order and drink a coffee at a table not far from me. It was a spectacular 10 minutes.

And, to be honest, while most famous people don't look nearly as good in person as they do on tv or in the movies, Elle Macpherson looked even better. And she was wearing some incredible perfume that emanated throughout the Starbucks. The whole thing was both surreal and magical.

About a week later one of my colleagues came running into my office and said, "Guess who I just saw at Starbucks?" . I said, "Elle Macpherson?". He said, "No. Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne". That Starbucks was a treasure trove of fun sightings in the morning.