The mac is back and so am I part 1

Finally my macintosh is up and running again,thanks Ted @ the apple store in Mayfair in Milwaukee.I have power again woo hoo. So I have missed many weeks of blogging and many semi interesting stories to share so lets get started.
I've been on the road quite a lot recently, seriously all over the damn place everywhere from the backwoods of Prestonsburg Ky,and the slightly less backwoods of Charleston Wv, all the way to Chicago and Milwaukee where I got annoyed by the now infamous Antoinette ,yuck..
Prestonsburg lays claim that they are the longest running comedy night in Kentucky,impressive if you know the town.I am never too smart to admit that i have many things left to learn on this planet. Prestonsburg taught me a very important lesson, Just because i can drink 12 shots of tequila anytime and be OK that does not translate into other liquors. I hereby state that Wild Turkey is the Devil. Normally i never have a hangover in fact i didn't have one from this event. So the night began with Jane Haze and John D miller trying not to kill a rambuncous music teacher drinking the said devil juice.I can't drink cheap tequila it hurts worse than finding out your ex girlfriend is dating a very fugly old woman(I didn't just say that),The top shelf tequila was(pause for effect) jose cuervo.. Jose should never be considered top self,personally would even make margaritas with it.It is the bane of everyone's existence that has had that tequila story that's the reason they don't drink tequila.So i said let me drink tonight what the locals drink.Gobble Gobble. Fuck me, now just to let you know i only had maybe 4 shots on stage, it wasn't till after rocking a small redneck crowd that everyone, including said music teacher wanted to buy me shots of the stuff.12 shots in and i feel fine go back to the room and order pizza, made fun of Jane about her choices of sex partners and fall asleep ,or as most would describe pass out. Waking up a mere 2 hours later with a certain "gobble gobble"in my head, and pain everywhere else. There was no vomiting involved in the nights pain session that would have been completely acceptable, that would have cleared my system and made me useful the next day. I went back to bed and woke up several more times sweating turkey and found a turkey feather in my ass.. No really a turkey feather i blame Jane haze either that or i was raped by a butterball. I was drunk until after radio the next day,and radio was at 3 pm the entire drive was painful, lights,sounds,cold pizza,Elvis Costello. Thankfully Jane Was driving.