I'm beginning to grow more accustomed to life in Shawlands now and in fact, I've actually grown (somewhat) fond of the surrounding areas. From the Farmer's Market in Queen's Park, to the posh cafes on Nithsdale Road (which I have yet to actually eat in but have wandered around them), to Tapa Coffeehouse on Pollokshaws Road, to the stunning Alexander "Greek" Thomson buildings on Moray Place. It ain't all bad 'round these parts. I still maintain that I am a west end girl though - much to the annoyance of my boyfriend.
One of the best aspects of living in Shawlands is that a lot of my friends (well, ok, four) live in close proximity to me. This was taken full advantage of during the Christmas / Hogmanay holidays, when a bunch of us went over to Robert and Tim's flat on New Year's Day for the Scottish tradition of first footing. We watched Flight of the Conchords and ended up playing charades until well past 4.00am - totally sober too (well, most of us were anyway).
You know you're friends are awesome when they guess, "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)" in ten seconds flat during a marathon session of charades. Highlights of the evening included, "ass pepper", "Deep Throat", "Sex on Fire" and "Trannyformers (instead of Transformers).
So, life isn't too bad on the Southside; I even plan on getting a bike through the progressive Cycle to Work Scheme in order to get from the Southside to my work. Of course, there has to be a downside, right?
For me, that would be awkwardly spotting a guy I once went on a shambolic date with at my bus stop. Remember that date I had with a cute Scottish dude, back in November 2006, and I showed up drunk and proceeded to denounce him as a "player"? Yeah, that guy. Well, besides being right about him, he also uses my bus stop. Being the cold and distant (not to mention embarrassed) Canadian that I am, I ignore his existence entirely and silently suffer in shame.