Bruno Mars was in Nashville this past weekend on his Moonshine Jungle tour and in celebration of her birthday, my mom I went to party down with the rest of the crooner’s 15,000 closest Southern friends.
A little pre-concert cocktailing at my mini-manse kicked our evening off on the right high-heeled foot.
On the way to the show, we stopping at my neighborhood liquor store (in which case, I’m pretty sure every customer in the store thought I was a hooker, based on the looks I received for my gaudy outfit), for some smuggled concert liquor concessions that I’m able to stuff in my bra with no problems (a small chest comes in handy at times like these!).
After the bra stuffing incident, we (well, mostly me) primped before making our grand entrance onto the arena property.
We followed the beacon to the Bridgestone Arena (who knows where we’d end up without a landmark to follow?!) on a beautiful Nashville night.
And of course had to have our photo snapped 400 more times (due to my insistance).
Once we purchased our sodas in the arena, I headed to the bathroom stall (Gross? YES. Cost effective? Absolutely.) to mix cocktails with my booblegged liquor.
I was also able to smuggle in my mom’s fave drink in my purse (maybe I should stop blogging about it so every venue in Nashville doesn’t start full body frisking me when I come within 15 feet of their establishments).

Don’t tell Carrie Underwood that I was in a bathroom stall with her husband (even if he was only on a cup).
While waiting on Mr. Mars to take the stage, I was completely jealous of his gold, shiny, sequined palm trees!
Trying to avoid the awkward situation where a mother behind us asked that the ladies in our row “stop dancing like strippers” in front of her 12-year-old son (although Bruno Mars does cocaine, sings about sex in about 80% of his songs and uses the F word and M’fer like it’s going out of style and humps the stage with his pelvis, you’re going to get pissed about how we’re dancing?), we held a photo shoot to keep me from getting into a brawl.
When the star hit the stage, all I could do was shake it (probably not as gracefully as a stripper) for two hours straight. I got a side ache from boogying in one spot (and I’ve run a marathon without a side ache…think that means I need to up my jogging game?) while trying to avoid pissing off the couple behind me who stood as still as trees the entire show.

Lights! Back up band that danced like the Temptations! Bruno Mars in a leopard shirt! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
While sitting to let the crowd clear after the show, I thought we had a medical emergency on our hands, as a gal in our row took a plunge over the seats in front of us.
She was just trying to get a piece of the Bruno Mars glitter magic that was released at the end of the concert. Of course, it didn’t make any sense to her to walk to the now-golden stairs two feet to her left to pick up one piece from the 5.7 billion that covered the surface. Easier to go over the chair. Much easier.
Outside, I was wooed by two cute fellas who unlike Bruno, brought flowers to me (and the 10,000 other females who were at the show). I had to leave them broken-hearted because I just couldn’t choose between the two!
Keeping up with the theme of the evening, we tried to muscle our way through the entire concert crowd to get into the downtown moonshine bar.
At a quick glance, we were going to be asses to elbows inside the joint and I couldn’t bear to stand on my feet for much longer after my fabulous shoe selection for the evening. It seems that jumping, twirling and step touching did a number on my tootsies in these babies…
Although my feet were a tad sore, I wasn’t about to unload my sparkly kicks, like this person did when his flip-flops apparently gave his feet something to scream about.
As we were leaving the downtown area, I asked a young dude and a girl (who I thought was his girlfriend) if he could take our picture he said, “I can do a hell of a lot more than that to you.” Um, OK nevermind. I’m going to ask this Grandpa who probably has never used a digital camera in his life but won’t give me genital warts just by looking at me for three seconds, thanks.
We woke up the next morning to find my mom had acquired a concert injury. While walking down the steps in the dark arena, she felt like she was going to fall. Not wanting to drop her precious cocktail, she held onto the railing with just her pinky. She says it still feels really good.
And while I thought I was exhausted, parked on my couch for the entire Sunday, Teddy could hardly keep his eyes open after we kept him up until 3am with all of our concert stories (that he really, really cared about hearing).
With weary feet, a side ache still thumping two days later and a shriveled up liver, I’m trudging through this Monday like a champ.
And it was so worth it.
Cheers!
CBXB
You lucky ladies…must have been an awesome concert! xoxo
My feet and side still hurt. Seriously!
Your post cracked me up! Glad you had a wonderful time at the concert with your mom. Stopping by to say hello from Confetti Style!
Hi Brandi! I love Confetti Style! Happy to give you a laugh and the night was such a fun time – will be a hard birthday for us to beat for mom next year. We’ve got our work cut out for us!
It was great birthday …..thanks to my family!
You’re welcome, welcome, welcome!
Aaah! What a creep. Sounds like a fun concert.
Fabulous show and a major douche bag!
You are probably right about the booze sneak~ they might start watching out for you!! Here’s something to try next time that I learned at the Grove when my daughter went to Ole Miss. Just put it in a ziplock and tape it to your leg or back or where ever! Your mom is quite the party girl!
Thank you so much for the clever tip!! I’m implementing your daughter’s trick the next time I am out and about – especially now at the Titans games since ladies can’t carry purses into the stadium anymore. I got my party skills from my Mom…not too sure how happy she is about that…! 🙂
Oh I enjoyed your story so much, and Bruno he’s so cool ! I’m sorry for your mother her fingers and hope she gets quickly better 🙂 ! You’re a hell of a smuggler, you managed to get in with liqueur…….great 🙂 !
I’m a smuggler because I hate parting with my money for a $9 cocktail! I would be broke by the end of a concert! 🙂 And I think Mom’s finger will be OK. I need to check in with her today. Bruno was SO good!
You’re totally right, we at the last concert we took a few beers for free inside but we also bought and they are not economic at all ! Love Bruno, love his music ! Buonanotte 🙂
Such a great gift to mom. I like your top and shoes. You looked super cute for Bruno.
Thank you! I thought for sure I would be noticed in my disco ball shiny tank and even tried to put my feet above my head to show Bruno my shoes. But neither got me on the party bus, damn it! 🙂
Gotta love the booblegged liquor!
Looks like you had a great time and I could see how impressed Ted was.
You know, I’m not sure why I ever think Ted will be impressed with any of my adventures. I knew you would like the booblegging. I just knew it.
You are such a hoot and your adventures keep me in stitches. Sounded like a fabulous time. Kudos to mom for hanging with you.
Happy to make you laugh! We really lived it up – and I obviously get that gene from my mom. Who is always ready to hang with me! 🙂
So jealous of you – yet again! You looked great AND got to see my [other] boyfriend! [Sigh.] Happy birthday to Mom!!
Oh and your other boyfriend was AH.MAH.ZING! If you ever get the chance, go see him. He will not disappoint you AND may even edge out to your number 1 boy toy. Just sayin’!
But I wanna’ go with you – you always seem to have more fun than most. Add it to our list! 😉
Done, done and done! Can’t wait to get started on all of our fun!