<human>: Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?

I was out today with a couple of my friends, I live across the street from the pub so I figured I wouldn't have to care too much about my jacket or keys because I live across the street so if I get cold or have to take a piss I can just go home. 

After the pub closed, I couldn't find my keys and none of my friends could either, I panicked and tried to find my keys everywhere. I went inside the pub and frantically searched for my jacket, that I thought they had been in, but I couldn't find it. It wasn't there. I had tried earlier to phone my brother, his fiancée and my mother unsuccessfully, so I figured it was time to give up, despite my heart beating at 200 BPS and feeling like I was about to shit myself.

Finally, one of my friends yelled out for me and said he had reached my mother and that she had gotten in touch with my brother to get in touch with me and that he was on his way with the spare key. I went inside and sat in the stairs and bawled my eyes out, I considered this another failure in my 21 years of fuck ups. My brother asked me what the matter was once he was there and I stepped into his car (because he is the greatest sibling I could ever imagine having) and I said I felt like a failure. He consoled me and said that everyone makes mistakes when drunk, and I grabbed the spare key that he had and went home. 

Once I got home, I realized that I had left every single thing that I thought I had forgotten inside, nothing had gotten lost, everything was at the exact same place that I remembered leaving them. My memory hadn't been skewed by alcohol, I had simply given in to my paranoid fantasies. Turns out my memory was exactly correct and I had become a fucked-up mess for nothing.
<bot>: Thought I had lost everything, greatest brother in the world gave me a spare key and consoled me, turns out I actually lost nothing.