All About Andrea

I was told last night by my girlfriend to write a blog about her, and because she was awesome enough to edit and comment on one of my stories, I will!

She is 5 foot 4 and has brown curly hair. Whenever she goes to the hairdressers and gets it straightened for big events (like weddings) it takes about two hours before it's back to curly again.

She is a good cook. Every time I came home from uni in Spain she was in the kitchen making me dinner so that I could have it straight away (and that in itself is awesome). I really like her chicken snitzels, her pizzas and chicken soup. She makes the pizza by hand and then we get to sprinkle the top with whatever weird stuff we like. I am glad that she started a cooking blog, because I'm forever wanting to improve my repetoire.

Despite her and her folks being only children, Andy has more siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles than you can imagine. Even though they are not biologically related to her, she still has a big enough heart to call them family (even the ones she doesn't like, such as the wife and a mother of her uncle and sister (and the uncle and sister are father and daughter, but I'll let that slide)). She and her mum have big hearts and let people into their lives like that, which is really sweet. Of course, it's bloody confusing knowing who she's talking about at times, because she'll bypass names and just go with "my cousin said...", so sometimes I have to bob my head and figure things out through the story.

If you have a chance to travel with Andy, do it. She is one of the greatest travel companions ever. She's so cool and relaxed about everything that it makes you forget that travelling can be quite stressful at times. She has been perfectly fine with doing overnighters at an airport (and thought it was a cool adventure), as well as bumming around hotel rooms because it's too hot/cold/rainy/boring to go outside. She doesn't like dorm rooms, though. In particular, she doesn't like snorers in dorm rooms, but then, no one does. There was a bad snorer in Florence and four assholes in Rome who came in at four in the morning and decided to continue their drunken conversation until they all fell asleep. That put her off. I'm more used to it because I lived in a dorm room at boarding school for a year and a half as a kid, but then again we had a 3-snore tolerance on anyone asleep. After that, the snorer was open-game on any method to wake them up. Like once, there was this girl...

She will stand up for you in a fight. Probably even a fist-fight, but I haven't seen that one yet. And if you start to hurl abuse at anyone she likes, she will make you cry. She's done that before.

She really likes the way I say 'auction', 'ayer' and 'kettle'.

:)