There's tugging, teasing, huffing and sweating involved, but a date with the blow dryer is far from sexy. Looking good can be a major pain in the biceps. That's where drybar comes in. With the straightforward (and trademarked!) slogan “No cuts. No color. Just blowouts,” the ultra-chic salon in Fashion Island's Atrium Court lets you plop onto a gleaming-white swivel chair, sip a complimentary mimosa (or other pretty beverage) and zone out to chick flicks playing on TV screens while a friendly savior takes over the grunt work of amping up or taming down your tresses. Thirty-five bucks gets you a feel-good shampoo, along with your choice of cheekily named styles: Cosmopolitan (loads of loose curls), Straight Up (simple and straight), Southern Comfort (big and voluminous), Mai Tai (beachy waves) or Manhattan (sleek and smooth). Forty minutes later, you'll look in the mirror and be blown away.
