Beach balls make everything better.
Like, say, when you’re at a concert and the lead singer announces, “Here’s a cut off our new album.”
Or during a long valedictorian speech.
Or on the day after Tax Day.
Allow us to explain...
Presenting Bella Beach Club, a new oceanfront playpen dedicated to island-style bocce, island-style cocktails and island-style R&R, now soft-open.
What you’re looking at is basically an all-day beach retreat ripped from the pages of a St. Martin playbook. Which means you’re coming here to do nothing. In a swimsuit. For as long as you damn well please. And yes, there’ll be a canvased terrace, a house DJ and a bunch of white wicker daybeds to assist in your nothing.
So it’s Saturday. The sun is lolling overhead. You’re spreading out on a daybed and ordering a Bella Sunrise (tequila, pineapple, Moët, ginger flower) and some South African lobster tail from a sarong-skirted waitress (boy, do we know you well). When suddenly, you get the urge to play a sport that requires very little movement.
The ridiculous answer: mixed doubles doggy-paddling in the surf. The logical answer: bocce. They’ve got a court set up right on the shore and (we assume) a highly competitive/flawlessly bronzed Icelandic flip-flop model who’s waiting to take on all challengers.
Warning: Icelandic flip-flop model may look like an Italian grandfather.
Like, say, when you’re at a concert and the lead singer announces, “Here’s a cut off our new album.”
Or during a long valedictorian speech.
Or on the day after Tax Day.
Allow us to explain...
Presenting Bella Beach Club, a new oceanfront playpen dedicated to island-style bocce, island-style cocktails and island-style R&R, now soft-open.
What you’re looking at is basically an all-day beach retreat ripped from the pages of a St. Martin playbook. Which means you’re coming here to do nothing. In a swimsuit. For as long as you damn well please. And yes, there’ll be a canvased terrace, a house DJ and a bunch of white wicker daybeds to assist in your nothing.
So it’s Saturday. The sun is lolling overhead. You’re spreading out on a daybed and ordering a Bella Sunrise (tequila, pineapple, Moët, ginger flower) and some South African lobster tail from a sarong-skirted waitress (boy, do we know you well). When suddenly, you get the urge to play a sport that requires very little movement.
The ridiculous answer: mixed doubles doggy-paddling in the surf. The logical answer: bocce. They’ve got a court set up right on the shore and (we assume) a highly competitive/flawlessly bronzed Icelandic flip-flop model who’s waiting to take on all challengers.
Warning: Icelandic flip-flop model may look like an Italian grandfather.
