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My sister told me I was uninvited from our family reunion, so I took my barbecue and all the drinks with me. Every year, for the past 15 years, I've hosted our family reunion in my backyard. I'm talking about feeding 60 people with my custom-built smoker that cost me 4 grand, and takes 12 hours to properly smoke a brisket. My sister Ashley always acts like she's the family coordinator, but I'm the one who buys all the meat, all the drinks, and spends three days prepping everything. She just shows up with a bag of chips and acts like she planned the whole thing. This year, started like always. I ordered 200 pounds of brisket, ribs, and pulled pork from the butcher shop downtown. I bought 15 cases of beer, sodas, and water bottles. I even rented those big white-party tents because the weather forecast looked sketchy. Three days before the reunion, I'm in my kitchen at midnight, marinating everything in my special dry rub when Ashley calls me. "Listen, we need to talk about Sunday," she says. Her voice sounds weird, really serious. I figured she wanted to change the menu or complain about something, but then she drops this bomb. Mom and I talked, and we think it's better if you don't come this year. I literally stopped stirring the marinade. What do you mean don't come? It's at my house in my backyard. Well, we're moving it to mom's place. Aunt Linda said, "Your barbecue is too salty anyway, and Uncle Rick thinks you drink too much at these family things." I was completely speechless. "Too salty? I've won three local barbecue competitions with my rubs and seasonings, and I drink maybe two beers during the entire eight-hour event." Ashley, I already bought all the food. I've been preparing for three days straight. You can return the meat to the store. Mom's ordering catering from that new place downtown. That's when it hit me. They wanted the reunion without me, but they still expected me to pay for everything. Ashley had called the week before, asking if I'd already ordered the food. Acting all concerned about the family budget, I hung up on her. Sad in my kitchen, surrounded by 200 pounds of perfectly seasoned meat and 15 cases of drinks, feeling like a complete idiot. The next morning I started making phone calls. My buddy Jordan from work had been begging me to cater his son's birthday party for months. My neighbor Kevin had mentioned wanting to try my famous brisket. My old college roommate, Ryan, was always talking about throwing a proper barbecue. By Friday afternoon, I had organized the greatest backyard party of my life. Twenty of my actual friends coming over Sunday, people who genuinely wanted to be there, and appreciated good food. Sunday morning, I fired up the smoker at six o'clock in the morning. The smell of hickory smoke filled the entire neighborhood like a barbecue advertisement. Around noon, cars started pulling into my driveway. People were laughing. Kids were playing in the yard and everyone kept complimenting the food. That's when Ashley's car...