Happy Canada Day to our neighbors to the north! (And they are quite literally our neighbors up here—NH shares a border with Quebec , and you can get poutine in a lot of places here in the Live Free Or Die State.)
What, I ask you, is the proper protocol to observe for Canada Day? Is one expected to throw a beaver on the grill? Ride a zamboni to work? Run around with only a strategically placed maple leaf for clothing? Drink a case of Molson Ice while listening to Anne Murray? I don’t want to be culturally ignorant, so enlighten me, dear current or former Canadians.
(In exchange, I offer the proper ritual for observing our Fourth of July, which involves charring tasty animals on the grill while trying to balance the fine beer-consumption level where you’re comfortably sloshed, yet not so drunk that you blow off a limb with the obligatory fireworks.)