After I paid nearly everything for my sister’s wedding, she stood in front of our relatives and tore my invitation in half. “You’ll only ruin my perfect day,” my parents clapped in agreement.

the successful career.

I could afford to be generous.

They expected me to write a check.

I didn’t.

You don’t survive for long in corporate hospitality by throwing your own liquid assets at somebody else’s vanity project.

You leverage relationships.

At the time, my firm was negotiating a major three-day executive retreat for an international technology syndicate.

It was one of the largest potential contracts we had ever handled.

The hotel I selected for that retreat was a flagship property in downtown St. Paul—and, conveniently, it belonged to the same