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“I stepped off the plane and into Chattanooga just
in time to catch the end of the annual River Bend festival.
Pat Benatar was rockin' the crowd like it was 1980 something
and the southern summer time night was full of sweet smelling
honeysuckle and wild kudzu scaling random fences. Tonight
there was magic in the air, people really enjoying themselves
and coming together simply to celebrate life, unified by
music and a mild warmth still radiating from the earth which
had been kissed by 80 degree sunshine all day.
I was the only flight attendant on our trip in to the city,
so the captain was kind enough to take the first officer
and myself to dinner. Afterwards, he headed back to the
hotel to get some rest, but the f/o and I were more interested
in discovering the night time activities in Chattanooga,
and learning about each other. We wandered to several bars
around our hotel, having a great time together, before we
found ourselves back at our crew hotel: the old, haunted
The lavish surroundings of the hotel were amazing. Rich
reds and gold upholstered furniture provided delightful
respite in the lounge for guests waiting for their rooms
or other members of their party before heading out to explore
the city. We bypassed the lounge and reached our destination:
the luxurious whirlpool. Three horizontal slats in a marble
wall pushed water out into the pool. The entire body of
water was surrounded by deep, red cherry wood.”
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