save the fish.... please

Well tonight i'm doing a three party-affair run [which for the record i do not recommend doing in brand new three-inch torqouise heels no matter how fabulous]. in the midst of my wonderful evening i have become the mother of approximately 138 goldfish [although that is a very rough estimate] all proudly named lucille bawwwl. here's how it happened: at adorable little cousin's hair cutting ceremony [which was more like excuse for aunt to throw fab 30th birthday cocktail party] the centerpieces were these lovely vases filled with goldfish. As the affair ended [at about 9] C.C. [aka Cruel Caterer] proceeded to take vases full of fish and flush them down the toilet. Of course as soon as i heard this i made an appeal to family members to take some fish home [even if they'd die tomorrow] for their kids, classrooms and or whatever other reason one would have a goldfish. Needless to say there were not many takers, even tho' my Wise Grandpapy agreed with yours truly that the actions of C.C. definitely qualified as tzar b'lachayim.... It has nothing to do with PETA or as my uncles affectionately call me their 'tree hugging freakish niece' [even tho Gary is totally THE tree hugger of the family] it's just not nice. It is not nice to use so many fish for a party and then flush the entertainment down the nearest toilet. I think it's cruel. I don't feel comfortable with it. I am officially boycotting Scoop [even though he makes the most amazing green apple martinis]. And because I can't just walk home or be able to use the facilities without thinking of fish... i currently find myself living with 138 interpetations of lucille ball. If you are interested in adopting some goldfish, let me know i'm kinda running out of containers....guess i could always use my shoes.... don't forget to WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN