For folks south of the 49th parallel, who may be unaware, July 1st is Canada Day. Tomorrow is essentially our equivalent of the Fourth of July, just without the musket fire, the dramatic declarations, or ruining perfectly good tea by throwing it into a harbor.
While your national mythos is built on a violent, chaotic kerfuffle, ours is built on the triumph of polite, rather boring, administrative consensus. On tomorrow's date in 1867, the colonies of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and the Province of Canada (which immediately, and politely, split itself into Ontario and Quebec) simply got together on the chesterfield, drafted some paperwork, and quietly asked London if they could consolidate into a single Dominion. London essentially said, "Sure, sounds good," and we said, "Thank you very much."
We still celebrate with the standard North American protocol, but buy our two-four of beer with a pocketful of loonies and toonies. We do fire up the barbecue, and set off evening fireworks too. We just try to make sure the explosions aren't too loud, so as not to bother the neighbors. Sorry again for interrupting the preparations for your 4th with this bit of trivia.