Ever wish you could live inside the world of Magic Mike? Well, now you can. And it’s everything you want it to be.

But first, some background: Do you know this exists? Many women don’t. I do, because I am a passionate fan of both Magic Mike and Magic Mike: XXL. I do, because when I first heard that Channing Tatum was developing a live show I fell to my knees, thanked a god I didn’t know previously existed and signed up for their email list. I do, because months later, as a member of their email list, I received an incredibly thorough and thoughtful questionnaire, because Channing Tatum wanted to know what I wanted in the show.

I spent the next 45 minutes answering questions like:

  1. What’s the sexiest movie you’ve ever seen? (9 ½ Weeks.)
  2. What’s the hottest outfit a guy could wear? (Jeans and a white t-shirt.)
  3. Is there anything you wish your boyfriend would do but you’re too shy to ask him? (The dishes.)

I read these questions and knew we were off to a good start.

The show officially opened this past April, in the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino. And this past Thursday night at 10:30 PM, along with three of my closest lady friends, I saw it.

And my world changed.

You must understand:

THE MAGIC MIKE LIVE SHOW IN LAS VEGAS IS A FEMINIST ANTHEM.

What? How is that even possible? Isn’t it oily men in green thongs showing us their butts? No. No, it’s not.

Your reference point is probably Thunder From Down Under. You probably went once for your cousin that you only kinda like’s bachelorette party. And you probably had to wear a stupid sash and one of her friends from middle school probably got super drunk and you had an okay time. But you never want to go back.

And I have to admit, I actually liked Thunder From Down Under at the time because I thought that was all I could have. I thought if I wanted to have a fun night out with my girlfriends in Vegas I would have to watch terrible dancing by hairless men who smelled like coconut. I thought I would have to get fake sprayed in the face by fire hoses. I didn’t realize I deserved more.

Magic Mike Live knew I deserved more. Even when I didn’t.

I didn’t realize I deserved a women’s bathroom with tons of stalls and great beauty lighting. I didn’t realize I deserved a super-cute waiter that, when he noticed that my friend got cold during the show, went to look for a sweatshirt for her and when he couldn’t find one, moved our seats closer to the stage. I didn’t realize that I could tell a man what I thought was sexy and he would listen. And deliver.

I’ve told you what the show isn’t, so now let me tell you what it is. If you want to go in completely unawares, stop reading now because there are a few spoilers ahead!

Magic Mike Live is set up like a cozy club, with seats surrounding the stage, theater-in-the-round style. And the MC is a woman! Of course it is! That makes so much sense. And she is awesome and delightful and thinks the guys are just as hot as we do. And they are hot. Like, if you saw any of these guys in real life you’d sneakily take a picture and send it to your best friend to be like, how hot is this guy??? And the guys are super diverse – a rainbow of sexy, if you will. A bunch of them have tattoos (thank you for listening, Channing!) and they are all ripped to high heavens. But not gross ripped, you know? Just like, this is an absolutely appropriate level of ripped-ness.

One has a puppy! One plays the drums! One salsa dances! And yes, they recreate the three best dances from the end of Magic Mike XXL. And yes, they dance to “Pony.” Oh, and best of all — NO ONE HAS A SPRAY TAN. Actually, that shouldn’t be a spoiler. *Spoilers Done*

I could say more, but I don’t want to give the magic of the show away in words. I want you to see it. This show can’t be described – it can only be felt.

And if you’re still worried about thongs and butts, know this: there are no thongs in the show. And only one butt, if I remember correctly. Because as we ladies know, a butt is great, but a super-hot dude in a fitted suit who can really dance is way, way great-er.

I guess what I’m saying is this: If you’re going to Las Vegas for a bachelorette party, a dirty 30, a divorce party – for any reason at all, go to MAGIC MIKE LIVE. It’s better than Britney, it’s better than Cirque du Soleil. As my friend shouted at me mid-way through the show: “THIS. IS. BETTER. THAN. HAMILTON.”

And if you’re not going to Las Vegas, but you love the Magic Mike movies, get your three closest girlfriends together and go. I want to spread the love and acceptance and joy I felt at the show to every girl out there.

I’m also saying thank you, Magic Mike Live. Thank you. I’m also saying I’ll be back.

Laura Moran is a TV comedy writer who lives in LA.