An attempt to a not-boring party story

Many people tell stories about parties. I never go to parties on purpose, it's more that it just happens to me somehow. When people tell me stories about parties I'm kind of bored. Most of the times I don't know the people that were there, I am not interested in what happened there, I know the story is always better than it actually was. To be short: I don't like stories about parties.

I announced I was going to a party last Friday. What I said as well was that I might tell you all about it later. The minute after I'd written that, I regretted, because now I was obliged to tell you a boring party story, which I'm going to do now.

To make it very short: I went to The Hague (Dutch city) with two friends, A. en I. (won't tell you the names, but A. is a guy, I. a girl). A. knew some people that were in a band. They played that night, and we went there, watched them play, and after that we went to a bar with the band (victory, we were out with actually cool people). 

We drank something, talked, and went home. But at 4AM there were no trains home, so we had to wait like 1.5 hours in the empty hall of Central Station. A. was very drunk, and he fell asleep at the station. I. and I woke him up. He did open his eyes, but he wasn't really awake. He grabbed his bag, walked to an empty train, of which the lights were turned off. He tried to open the door, but he failed. He turned around, completely ignoring I. and me, and walked away. It was very confusing.

Still there? Good.

Then after some minutes he came back. I. bought a bottle of water from a soda machine, and 'feeded' it to A., like to a baby. The eyes of A. were half-opened and continually threatened to close. When the train finally arrived, I. and A. found out they forgot their keys. They went with me to my place, a student flat. A. slept in my bed, I. said she wasn't going to sleep at all, and I slept in the communal kitchen at a couch.

After one hour sleeping I woke up, finding A. in my bed, I. fell asleep in a chair in my room. I. was instantly awake when I entered the room. A. was in coma, at that moment I thought for days. It turned out that he woke up a few hours later.

They went home. That was the boring party story. I confess, I'm guilty.