Door with no entry - or exit for that matter

The first thing I noticed as I made my way up to Whistler on the 'dog' aka Greyhound buses are the homes here. Some are spectacular, there are wood cabins, bungalows, and up market condos, then there are the trailer parks stuck in amongst the new developments looking almost as glamorous as the outskirts of Cape Town, but a lot were 'the house that jack built'. I even witnessed a home with the front door on the 2nd level.......not the least bit strange unless you have no way of getting up there!! Certainly had me thinking this doorway with no staircase.......guess its one way to keep the Mormons away.
I have been lucky enough to arrive fpr the first snow fall too. Cant ask for a better welcome than that, especially when the sexy sally was waiting to greet me and sneak me into her abode. I have got my uggies on, coffee with Tim Tam in hand and about to sit down to an all time classic 'Childs Play'.
Staying awake tonight may prove challenging after my very annoying stay in a 4 person dorm last night. On entering my dorm I introduced myself to a French and German girl who explained they had to get up at 4am to leave early so would be going to bed early and apologised for the disruption in the morning. Which was fine, so being the thoughtful lass I am I got all the things I would need out my bag so I wouldnt make too much noise when I went to bed. Come 12pm I slid off my sneakers in the hallway, dis-robed as much as I could before entering, quietly climbed into my top bunk (just what you need with a crap back) and settled down. Within seconds it occurred to me none of us were sleeping until the club 3 levels down closed at 2am as the whole room was vibrating. Let me explain that the dorm has metal lockers and all kinds of other clinging instruments that remind you you always wanted to learn percussion at school - not the clarinet!
So as the club starts to die down I think, fuck finally, then all the hooligans come home from clubbing and decide to run up and down the hallway screaming........starting to pull my hair out by now. Before I know it the European girls have given up on sleeping so they get up and open the curtains and start getting ready to leave. They leave, and the curtain is forgotten.........I know you are all thinking just close the damn curtain......can I remind you I am on the TOP bunk here!! WITH a crippled back! I try desperately to crash out.....and then the bloody girl on the lower bunk decides its her turn to make a racket......come on scream with me RRRRAAAAGGGHHH. I swear she had each and every thing in her pack in a separate platic bag and I kid you not she rustled for 90 minutes! She went in and out the room 5 times........then I sat up yelled 'FUCK ME' as she walked in for the 6th time......talk about the look of death...she smiled sweetly and said sorry....yeah whatever lady! The joys of hostel life.