I bought tickets on a Tuesday and went that Friday. Not smart, but hey, sometimes you just go. I threw on my old Converse, a sparkly jacket, and a pink scrunchie that kept slipping. Worth it. A last-minute buy, sure, but I'd read this quick P!nk concert rundown earlier in the week and knew the chaos would be worth it.
Getting there without losing your cool
We parked in a garage a few blocks from the arena downtown. Taking the short detour along Georgia Street made the pre-show stroll feel like its own attraction. It was $20. The walk in felt easy—lots of sequins, dads with daughters, moms’ night out vibes. Anyone crafting a similar adults-only evening should peek at this first-person grown-up night guide for dinner and drink ideas nearby. A food truck sold soft pretzels, so I grabbed one. The line at security moved fast, but the bathroom line didn’t. Classic.
Heads up: clear bag rule. I brought a tiny crossbody and sailed through. My friend had a big purse and had to stuff things into her coat. Awkward, but we made it.
If you want a quick refresher on venue safety policies, the handy checklist at ALCO breaks down what you can—and can’t—carry inside.
The openers set the table
A DJ warmed up the crowd first. He mixed throwbacks with new stuff, and people actually stood up. Then Grouplove bounced out and yelled, “Let’s go, Indy!” It wasn’t subtle. It was fun. The lead singer did this wild sprint across the stage that made me tired just watching. Their song Tongue Tied hit hard. Everyone near me sang the “woo” part like it was 2011 again. If you’re curious about the songs P!nk usually slots in after the openers, Ticketmaster’s quick guide to her current set list has all the spoiler-ready details.
Seats, sound, and that huge screen
We sat on the side of the stage, upper level. Not nosebleeds, but we were closer to the popcorn than the floor. The big screen saved us. The sound was loud—boomy on the first song—then the mix settled. You could hear P!nk’s voice cut through the drums, clear and tough. Bring earplugs if you’re sensitive. I kept mine in my pocket and used them during the bass-heavy songs.
When the lights went pink
P!nk came out swinging with Get the Party Started, and confetti shot up like soda foam. She grinned like she couldn’t wait to show off. Then Raise Your Glass turned the place into a giant toast. I didn’t expect to yell-sing that hard. I did anyway. For a song-by-song peek at how her shows evolve, I later compared Indy’s opener with this 2025 Metropolitan Opera setlist and noticed she shuffled just two tracks.
She’s an athlete. During Try, sparks fell like hot rain while she and a dancer did this push-pull routine that felt like a fight and a hug at the same time. The dramatic staging hit the same note of theatrical wow I felt during Wicked at the Murat; only the broomsticks were replaced with bungee cords. Later, she moved to the silks for a slow song—Turbulence—and hung there like a lantern before twirling down. My stomach flipped, and I was just sitting.
That “So What” flight? Wild
You know what? I thought it was hype. It’s not. When she strapped in for So What and launched, she flew over us with a full flip, this bright comet with silver boots. She passed so close I could see the glitter on her eyeliner. A guy behind me ducked. He didn’t need to. But I get it.
The soft parts got me
In the middle, she slowed down. She sang What About Us with the crowd lights up, and it felt like one huge choir. Hands up, voices cracked, everyone leaned in. During When I Get There, she showed photos of her dad on the screen. I’m not a big crier. Still cried. A small one, but still.
She did Cover Me in Sunshine too. Her daughter popped up on the screen, and everyone smiled like aunties. Sweet, simple, and yes, catchy.
Indy crowd check: kind, loud, and funny
People shared phone chargers in our row. A teen next to me air-drummed during Just Like a Pill like it was his job. A mom behind us knew every word to Who Knew and fist-pumped on the chorus. The ushers were patient with the aisle dancers, which helped.
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Merch, snacks, and money stuff
- Shirts were around $45 to $50. Hoodies were about $90.
- The line was long before the show, shorter during the openers.
- Bottled water was $6. My pretzel was $8. Worth it.
- The poster looked cool but sold out by intermission.
I bought the tote. It’s sturdy and, yes, very pink.
Tiny gripes (because no show is perfect)
- Parking after the encore took a full 30 minutes to crawl out.
- The bass swallowed the first song a bit in the upper level. It got better fast.
- Seats were tight. If someone needs to pass, you’re standing a lot.
- The bathroom line near our section was a snake. Use the one on the next level if you can.
Tips I wish someone told me
- Get there early and hit merch during the DJ set.
- Bring a clear bag and a portable charger.
- Wear comfy shoes. You’ll stand more than you think.
- Stay for the encore. She flies. People who left early missed the best part.
- If you’re using rideshare, walk two or three blocks before calling. Faster pickup.
The part that stuck with me
P!nk talked to us like friends. Not a speech—just small stories. She joked about being sore and then went right into another flip like it was nothing. She reminded us to be kind, which sounds simple, but it landed. Maybe that’s why the whole room felt gentle even while it rocked.
When the last confetti fell, I had glitter in my hair and a sore voice. I hummed Never Gonna Not Dance Again all the way to the car. Still humming as I write this.
Should you go?
Yes. If you like big pop shows with heart. If you want to see a singer who can fly, belt, and laugh in the same breath. If you don’t mind a little glitter on your shoes the next day.
My score: 4.7 out of 5.
Would I go again in Indy? In a heartbeat. I’ll bring better earplugs and the same wobbly scrunchie.