You Take My Breath Away

Freddie's Birthday Party

Roger wrote a letter to me that came in the mail yesterday. It was an invitation to Freddie's birthday. Ha ! I don't have to meet Freddie only at the 'greet and meet', but I can meet him at his birthday party ! I felt really happy. And I knew Roger was gonna do something special for me again. God, I love him.

I wrote Roger a letter back saying what should I wear. Because, knowing Freddie, when it's his birthday, he likes when people dress up. When I was done writing the letter, I threw it in the mailbox and waited for the mail man to take it to Roger's flat tomorrow.

Freddie's birthday is tomorrow, so, I hope Roger gets that letter back to me soon. I saw the mail man come by. After the mail man left, I ran outside, grabbed the mail and ran back inside to find no letter from Roger. I was saddened by this. I started wondering if something happened. I winded up calling him. He picked up the phone and said to me what's up. I told him his letter didn't come in the mail today. He was pissed. Because he knew it should've been there today. So, I asked him over the phone what I should wear. He said a crazy hat with your normal clothes. That's easy enough. We said goodbye to each other on the phone and hung up.

I can wear anything I want. So, all I need to do is buy a crazy hat. Which, I did. I was so excited to meet Freddie. Roger did mention in the letter that John won't be there because he'll be visiting Brian. And after he visits Brian, he'll be visiting family. So, he wished Freddie a happy birthday early.

It's September 5, 1974. Freddie had just turned 28 years old ! Can't believe he's almost 30 ! The party doesn't start till 5 PM. Since Freddie likes partying at night time. He's a night person. So am I. There's something in common we have and we're not even talking face to face with each other.

It's 4 PM, so I started driving down to the flat. When I got there, I got out of my car, and walked up to the flat. I knocked of the door and Roger answered. He told me to come right in. He said Freddie was upstairs getting dressed. I have to admit, their flat is way better than my house, I'll tell you that now.

Freddie came down the stairs and introduced himself to me. I said hi to very nervously. Roger and Freddie laughed. We all walked into the kitchen to set the place up a little better. Roger said Freddie didn't bother helping him out. And Freddie said he had to get dressed. Otherwise, he would be helping him in his underwear. Roger said he wouldn't have a problem with that. Which we all laughed at.

When the place was fixed up better, there were multiple knocks on that door. Oh my God. Most of the time, me and Roger stayed upstairs and played around. We had pillow fights, we wrestled around a little bit, made out a little bit and had sex in Roger's bedroom. It was fun.

It was now 8 PM. Roger told Freddie it's time to blow out the candles. As he did, we all said Happy Birthday ! We each got a piece of cake. After Roger and I finished ours, we went back upstairs. Where we made out instead of having sex this time.

It was now 10 PM and everyone was starting to go home. I was the last one to stay because Roger wanted to kiss longer, and longer, and longer. When we were done, I kissed him on the cheek, and said goodbye to him. I told Freddie it was an honor to meet him. We said goodbye, and I was in my car and left their flat. It was a blast.

I never had that much fun at a party in a long time. Usually because my friends don't do parties for their birthdays anymore. Freddie does. Hell, Queen probably do birthday parties for all their birthdays ! It's just a special day that everyone should celebrate. That's all I'm saying.

When I came home, my Mom and Dad asked where I was. I told them I was at Queen's flat. Because it was Freddie's birthday. They asked if I was okay. And asked if they hurt me. You know, the usual bullshit. I told them I was fine for the second time. Again, once you're an adult, they shouldn't be treating you as a kid anymore. They should be treating you as an adult. Sometimes, parents don't understand. Which bugs me a lot.