s*** eating grin is apparently my only other smile mode than "sarcastic smirk"
And the beer was actually split up amongst a couple of folks, so mine made it back in socks. Although the hardest thing that I had to do was leave that crate in my hotel room. I spent an hour trying to figure out how to get the thing to fit in my bags and not crack the bottles.
On that trip I brought home ~32 bottles without a single break.
Now here's the part to make me cry: that crate of 12 worked out to be about $23.