Anna Kendrick has the sneaking suspicion that her life is about to change. She’s onto something. The 24-year-old actress will star opposite George Clooney in Up in the Air, Jason Reitman’s adaptation of the best-selling Walter Kirn novel about a man obsessed with accruing frequent flier miles. “I’m allowing myself to think about the possibility that this could be a big deal, because I think the worst thing would be to get caught off guard,” says Kendrick, best known for playing Jessica, the fickle friend to Kristen Stewart’s Bella in Twilight. (She will reprise the role in this fall’s ravenously anticipated sequel, New Moon.)

Tomorrow is the launch party for the Los Angeles installment of the popular party/roving club, Mr. Black, at Bardot. I called West Coast liaison Luke Nero to get the scoop on what to expect at tomorrow's unveiling. For one thing, you'll get not one, but two Asses, though Luke said of the infamous bottomless waiters, "I might cull it down to one."

● New Couple Alert: Evan Rachel Wood has dropped Marilyn Manson for Shane West. The newly minted couple was seen leaving Hollywood club Bardot holding hands. [JustJared]
● Heidi Montag is out of I’m a Celebrity… for reals this time; she was taken to a Costa Rican hospital Saturday, and her sister Holly Montag will take her place on the reality show. [Radar]
● Stephen Colbert proved he’s awesome by making a surprise cameo in a high school principal’s commencement speech taped where the principal is currently deployed in Iraq. [Youtube]

On AMC's black-dramedy hit Breaking Bad, Aaron Paul plays Jesse Pinkman, the junior partner to Bryan Cranston's meth-brewing high-school teacher. The two have a contentious relationship to say the least, and yet even as dollars and bodies pile up in equal measure around them, the two manage to maintain a frenetically charged connection that's riveting to watch. As the second season winds to a close, it's becoming very clear that while everyone breaks to a different degree, you can always go from bad to worse -- and barely notice until it's too late. While doing a victory lap around New York's media circuit, Paul stopped by to talk about almost getting killed, the genius of writer/director Vince Gilligan, and meth-head fans loitering outside of the Vogue offices.

LA party maestro Jason Scoppa gets down with Prince, protects his guests from Cali’s rabid paparazzi, name-drops his newest venue, then crashes on the couch with a slice.

Point of Origin: My friend and current business partner Alexi Yulish asked me if I wanted to run a door with him to make some extra cash. It was a Rodeo Drive kosher steak house called Prime Grill. At the time we both needed the bread, so I told him to set up a meeting. We took the meeting, and I said, “Why don't you let us throw our own party?” We broke the patio dining furniture down and brought in any lounge furniture we could find. We brought in DJs and photo booths. It ended up being one of the most interesting Saturday nights in town for that summer.