I was still only 67. I'd busted a proverbial nut getting there & I was still too low to go to Northrend. My own fault, of course. I had dilly dallied for quite awhile.
When I made 68, I still had a ton of green quests in Nagrand. To this day I still haven't even set foot in Blade's Edge Mountains or Netherstorm. I've been to Shadowmoon Valley once, to get my slow flying mount. It was all the spiders & birdmen. All that rep grinding.
Everyone else was already enroute to 71, with Ryan1 already there. At Kanpai we'd jokingly mused over who would hit 80 first, & I had been confused as to why there was even any doubt that it would be Ryan1. Dude is a nutcase. He's crazy. I can't believe he has a girlfriend. Unless she's the one standing there with the little tub for him to poop in.
Ok, I'm just joking. It was also a bad mental image. But seriously. Ryan1 is on drugs.
When I hit 68 the only person willing/low enough level to participate in my Northrend Debut was Phil. Tako got a lot of Ladies' Man mileage from my good fortune. However, a Hunter, a Devilsaur, a Warlock & a Felguard make a pretty kick ass questing group. I got so sloppy it was ridiculous & Phil would just ride straight through Shoveltusk Bulls like that was the way he meant to go. Then he'd get unhorsed & we'd have to kill it.
Just for a little while, I could have baby murloc pet. They made the coolest noises. Little happy gurgles. I was going adoption crazy. Crazy, I tell you.
Part of me was foolish enough to hope that maybe... just maybe, we were going to get to keep one of the little tadpoles as a quest reward. Of course, then I would have seen folks running around with these in tow all over Northrend. But no, logic is not my strongest suit when it comes to pets.