"Thanks for saving the party in the U.S.A."

For starters, I don't plan on using very many names in this one, so you're just gonna have to follow along closely.
It was October and everyone was decked in their pajamas for a party. White undershirt with black and red playboy pajama pants, check. Kev knew about this party from some of his roommates and we both went since neither of us were 21 at the time and had to resort to house parties. The night was pretty calm and uneventful until a bottle of Purell hand sanitizer started going around (in case you were unaware, this was in the midst of the swine flu scare go figure). It got a bit closer to time for us to get back to Kev's house and call it a night when I started talking to this one girl, the one saving us all from the swine flu. we talked for a while inside, then ended up talking on the porch. I'll spare you any further details because they are rather irrelevant and only slightly interesting, but we exchange phone numbers and I leave with Kev and his roommates.
So, I've been texting this girl all night and she suddenly thinks that I'm a marine because she thought that I had a marine's body (funny that this also ties into the last story I told you...even without me trying). I keep telling her that I'm not a marine and she doesn't believe me for some reason, but long story short, the last message I got from her that night was "thanks for being a marine, and thanks for saving the party in the USA."
Flash forward to the night of April Fools. Kev and I again, on main street checking out the scene for the night.


**Note, This is from April of 2010. It was a draft that was never published. Why finish the story now?