Many of our Ritae are common amongst the entire Pack; some vary with location:
Korea--never refer to each other by what it says on your ID. Most of the Americans (the First Pack) were in the army and were of varying ranks: from privates to lieutenant colonels
Germany--as I said on another page, the language lends itself to certain tricks. We could use the formal version of a term to talk to each other regardless of the character we were using at the time, and use the familiar for anyone who wasn't in the Pack--which would usually piss off the guy playing the "prince" when we would crash camarilla games.
Mexico--We took the Masquerade seriously enough to where if someone could tell you were playing, you weren't doing something right. Especially if you weren't "officially" playing (read: crashing).
or should I say Un-Holy-Days
Boy do we love an excuse to get together and drink...
In addition to the standard holidays, such as All Hallows Eve (which is a week long affair for us ending only after All Saints Day) and the Festivo dello Estinto (the second week in March), we have our own take on celebration.
For example we celebrate birthdays as well as un-birth days--each made more significant by the other. We also move the Palla Grande (each year is different, usually around Mardi Gras, but sometimes in late May). Who's bright fucking idea was it to schedule a major Sabbat holiday on Halloween, I mean get a clue--or at least borrow someone's clue for a while.
Founder's Day is held either on January the 13th or on the 2nd Friday in January. Yes, the Pack was founded on Friday the 13th. It is a time to remember the accomplishments of the ones who came before and celebrate those acts rather than morn their passing.
Local Packs are free to commemorate specific events in their histories. Examples include: establishment of a Pack haven, the destruction of an obstacle to the Pack, or the anniversary of the Cardinal's ETS date (October 3rd).
Holidays and the associated Ritae vary from a quiet Vaulderie to a revelry involving hundreds of mortals to dark rituals that would make Crowley cringe.
In short--raise hell, you have my blessings.