They aren't aliens, but I would spend my time with Flint and Rayna. You've got a big but comfy mansion complete with art gallery, a pool table, flat screen TVs, and a liquor cabinet. Flint's life would be an endless source of first-hand history and manly stories. Rayna would give piano lessons and teach me how to dance real slow. I'd ask her about gravitational theory to break the ice.
Best of all, I'd be a lot safer sheltering with Flint, whose whole life is about shelter now, than beaming down to dangerous planets with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, all of whom have plot armor while I do not.