The timing on my story is probably bad, but oh well...when is my timing ever good?
Last year my wife and I went on an Alaska cruise on Princess. It was a 7 day gig leaving out of Vancouver up the Inside Passage and back down the
Outside Passage with 3 stops. It was an awesome cruise. Unfortunately, that's not the story here though.
We decided to go to Vancouver a couple days early to see the area because we'd never been there (and to ensure we made the cruise!!). We made
reservations and packed our stuff. We arrived without a hitch and made it to our hotel. We'd arranged for a cab to take us out to dinner that
evening. We were ready to go early so we decided to have a couple cocktails in our room. I needed to go find a soda machine and the ice machine. I
took a quick shot of whiskey and headed out.
I found the soda machine in pretty short order, but there wasn't an ice machine. I decided I'd go back to the room and drop off the sodas and then
get serious about finding the ice machine. On the way back to the room I thought I saw an alien out of the corner of my eye. Yes, you read that
correctly, ATS'ers...an ALIEN! He was all the way down at the end of a really long hallway and I only caught a quick glimpse of him. He was a big
I chuckled to myself; my eyes must be playing tricks on me I thought. I dropped the sodas off to my wife and took a quick look at the whiskey bottle
to make sure I'd bought the right stuff and not some kind of moonshine or sumthin. Yep, all good. I told my wife I saw an alien, we laughed and I
left to go find ice (right after taking another shot...hey, we're on vacation and I'm not driving, right?)
The ice machine was one floor up from ours, I found it eventually. I come back with some ice and we enjoy a couple cocktails together. She gets a
real kick out of my alien story (I swear I saw an alien!! I've got pretty dang good eyesight too.) Anyway, a little while passes and it's almost
time to go. We make sure we've got our wallets and junk and start to head out.
I go out the door first and walk out into the hallway. "HOLY CRAP!!", I say, and immediately dart back inside, slam the door and lock it! My wife
asks me what the hell is wrong with me(?) I tell her, "There's a dude in the hallway in some crazy uniform like get-up low-walkin' down the hall
carrying an M-16 at the full ready position!! For REAL!!" I'm tellin' her GET DOWN (between the beds)... "There's gonna' be some kind of a shootout
for sure!!", I say. She thinks I'm jacking with her, but quickly realizes I'm dead serious! I'm telling her 'GET DOWN!! Seriously...GET DOWN!!".
By this point my head is on a swivel, I've got my combat knife in one hand and a mag-lite in the other and scanning the room for cover. I'm in full
Rambo mode at this point (SERE combat training fully kicked in).
We're down between the beds, and she's talkin' some smack to me about being drunk. I'm busy tryin' to figure out a battle plan. So this goes on for
like 5 minutes. After a couple more minutes I still don't hear any shots. By now for sure there'd be gunfire. So quietly go over and peek out the
door. Nobody there; I poke my head out and look down the hallway...it's empty. WTH? Wife's starting to get grumpy by this point, "Quit screwin'
around and let's go, we're gonna' be late!" she says. "I'm tellin' ya' I'm not nuts, that dude was for real!" I said to her. And she knows I know my
firearms back and front, I handled them daily for years.
So we finally head out, very cautiously. I'm clearing every doorway and hallway before we proceed. We make it to the elevators. I'm just waiting
for this crazy MF'er to jump out of a door any minute and unload a mag down the hallway. The elevator shows up, we get in. My wife is lookin' at me
like I'm a complete nut-job by this point, shaking her head.
We get down to the Lobby level and the doors open. "Coast is clear" says me. I was really surprised how calm everyone was for being under siege like
they were. Seemed like just another Friday night. We walked towards the front door and this great big freakin' ALIEN steps out of a hallway leading
to the banquet area. This dude must have been 7 feet tall!! No kidding! "SEE!!! THAT'S THE SAME DUDE I SAW THE FIRST TIME!!" I tell the wife.
About a second later another dude steps out of the hallway, he's the dude with the uniform and the gun! WTF...OVER?? This time he's just got the
rifle slung over his shoulder.
Well, unbeknownst to us, the hotel we were staying at was one of the places where the wildly popular TV show Stargate SG-1 was filmed. The show had
been cancelled years ago, but apparently they were doing some sort of a 're-visited' special. All the actors were there in makeup and costume (and
these were some serious costumes too). Well, that mystery was solved. The dude low crawling down the hallway was just practicing his scene, and the
Alien dude was staying on our floor. Talk about feelin' silly...but after a couple drinks and a couple shots it damn sure looked real to me!!
Probably could have gotten some pretty good autographs from the cast, but I never really watched the show so I didn't really know much about them or
who to ask.
Now whenever we stay in a hotel I jokingly step out of the door, dart back in with my back against the door and tell my wife I just saw an ALIEN! She
usually jumps on the bed and says she's taking cover (under the sheets).
What a HOOT!!
edit on 6/21/2016 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)