These are the adventures of Pocket Edward from the Dallas Twilight Convention. Some photographs have been left out to protect the innocent...or guilty...whichever.
Edward, though he does not need food nor drink, has a great sense of smell. He can smell a fine wine from a mile away. He approved this glass...and many more after that.
He was often found hanging out in a pocket. Hence the name, Pocket Edward.
Something I found out over the weekend is that Pocket Edward and Rob have a lot in common. Such as their taste in beer.
Here he was demonstrating his mad skillz in tipping over trees.
We also took a little time out to reenact Bella's birthday, sans paper cut.
He can really cut a rug.
He met a fellow fun-size Edward.
Together they confronted the wolf in the room.
It was a fun time had by all.
He gave a little 'tude when I said it was time to go.
I had to pull him off the walls...