Maile and I dined at the Olive Garden in Cypress last night. For some reason, both the host and the waitress really loved us. The host stayed and talked to us for five minutes or so after he seated us, and he and Maile bonded over the turmoils of being a host. The waitress loved us too, and she said we were “nice ‘n easy” (like the hair dye). We decided that Maile is “nice” and I’m “easy.”