B.B.D.S. is the North Shore's most exclusive, most invitation-only, most "how do I even get in" answer to the question "what are you doing this weekend." Tennis, mahjong, hunting, boats, and a lecture series nobody actually attends but everyone RSVPs to.
“Sometimes we do good. Sometimes we do bad.”
B.B.D.S. began the way most great institutions do: several women, several bottles of Sancerre, and a shared realization that the North Shore had plenty of book clubs but not nearly enough places to talk about tennis, mahjong, and Clem's Clam boat naming drama in the same sentence.
We are not a philanthropy, though we do occasionally write a check. We are not a wellness collective, though someone is always doing a cleanse. We are a members-only social society for women who ski hard, sail harder, and have never once been wrong in a board meeting — or at all actually.
Membership is capped, curated, and entirely by invitation. If you're reading this and wondering how to join, that in itself tells us something.
She said "I don't have time for a club" and then joined three group chats about it. That's how we found her.— FOUNDING MEMBER, ON RECRUITMENT PHILOSOPHY
Our activities calendar covers land, water, and whatever mahjong table we've commandeered this month. A sampling, for the curious and the uninvited alike.
Certain events on our calendar have achieved local myth status. We won't confirm or deny anything you may have heard.
Exactly what it sounds like, and also not at all what you're thinking, and also, yes, a little bit what you're thinking. Held annually with the good people of the Wenham Fire Department, whose only job that night is to look extremely handsome near a truck. Attendance is capped. Photography is discouraged. Legends are made.
A time-honored North Shore tradition, loosely based on cow tipping, entirely based on how many buoys we can reach from the Lady Boat before someone falls in. No buoys were harmed. Several members were. Worth it.
Every member arrives with a pair of sunglasses of her own design — leather detailing mandatory, whether it's worked into the temples or set into the bridge. Off-the-rack does not clear the door. Neither, for the record, do clip-ons.
Mint juleps, fascinator contest, a betting pool drawn from a hat. Loser does a shot of bourbon and owns it.
Derby Day, but on a boat. The race is on the big screen, the dinghy race is the undercard, heels are again banned, and — every single year, without fail — a bald eagle soars over the harbor at some point mid-event. We don't question it. We just toast to it.
Sack races and egg tosses in full Lilly Pulitzer. Black tie is optional. Competitive spirit is not.
Bring an actual paint-to-sample swatch matched to your Porsche — air-cooled or current generation, your call, but it cannot be a base model, and yes, we will ask which trim. Then you paint your nails to match. Swatches get pinned to the board, nails get inspected. Best match wins the center table.
Every new member gets christened into the fleet: the existing members name her Lady Boat for her, no vetoes, no appeals. Past results have included several puns nobody's proud of and at least one name that got a boat banned from a marina.
Every institution has its own language. Ours has been refined over many, many boat rides.
Membership in B.B.D.S. is by invitation only, extended by existing members, reviewed by a committee that meets on the Lady Boat and nowhere else. There is no application. There is no waitlist. There is only a very good group chat, and you're either already in it or you're not.
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