Drybar

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Drybar usually buzzed with morning routines, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside. A mysterious figure in a long cloak stood motionless near the entrance. Curious, he parked his truck and approached cautiously. The figure turned around, revealing a grinning neighbor who had just finished his morning run. ‘Thought you could use some company,’ she said, wiping sweat from her forehead. They shared a laugh as they watched the sunrise together over Drybar’s neon sign.

2. At dawn, when Drybar usually buzzed with morning routines, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. Among the usual trash and discarded hair ties lay an old, dusty violin case. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe someone had forgotten it. Later that day, while blow-drying a regular’s hair, one of the stylists heard a faint melody coming from the back room. Turns out, the violin was playing ‘Happy Birthday’ on repeat—apparently, it belonged to the owner’s cat, who loved classical music more than anyone expected.

3. At dawn, when Drybar’s parking lot was empty but for one lone car, a delivery driver spotted an unusual sight: a small, colorful bird perched on the hood of his truck, as if posing for a photo. The driver waved gently, thinking it was playing a game. The little bird tilted its head and preened its feathers, then suddenly hopped off and flew towards the salon door—right into the open sign that read ‘OPEN.’ Startled laughter filled the air as neighbors passing by stopped to watch the spectacle. That day, Drybar became famous not just for blowouts, but also for its resident avian mascot who seemed to know exactly where he wanted to be.

4. At dawn, when Drybar’s parking lot was empty but for one lone car, a faint humming sound drifted from inside. The early-morning delivery driver paused, curious and slightly amused. Curious, he approached the open door and saw an old lady with a paintbrush, carefully touching up the neon sign that read ‘Open.’ She smiled warmly and said, ‘Morning! Just finishing my morning routine—we’re never too old for a little touch-up!’