A couple of guys from work and I went to a screening of The Wrestler, Darren Aronofsky’s fantastic new flick. Everyone met at the screening room, though, and I managed to write the address down incorrectly, so I spent the first half-hour running back and forth in Times Square, finally figuring out my error, and walking into the movie a bit late. Turns out there were only seven people in the room: me, three other Men’s Health guys, two people I didn’t recognize, and John Waters. As in, the “Hairspray” and “Pink Flamingos” guy.

Afterward, a friend from MH, told me that, a few minutes after the screening was supposed to start, the following exchange took place:

MH Friend, to the woman running the screening: “Jason will be here in a few minutes. He got lost.”

Woman: “Oh, no problem. We can wait.”

John Waters: “Let’s start the screening now.”

Woman: “Ok, we’ll start the screening now.”

And that was that. John Waters will not wait for Jason Feifer! Fair enough.